Sunshines on Canada

and the Moonshines on
Kentucky ;
an afterthought though
in comparison, epecially, to what
sin the swamps there is an anaconda snakes
of wellesley island,
not naked with feathers of fur,
clearly could be, but isnt bur covered,
adapted to sit it out under or above the ice and mud,
indifferent than a garden but less like a frog and more like
a juggernaut.

and it swims after us, thinking itself concealed
among the striken bullrushes at the bottom
but the jungle patterns dont serve cake here
and I sever the tip of that tail with the wooden paddle.

evolution of texture,
revolution of refractive index.
so we wait for part deaux