Loose Thinking On Miquelon

When we deforested Canada, then,

sometime then, we had a picnic,

un pique-nique écologique et équitable,

or at least that's what we would do.

I was making a lot of mistakes.

A tern gave me a bat on the hat

for walking too near her eggs.

Other people annoyed me.

I had a terrible dream I recall:

4 horses, pulling a sledge, 

and one scary driver, hooded,

making a circle around my house

fast and dreadful.

America has its best days ahead,

I heard. Maybe mine are as well.

My knees ache. I move like the aged.

My wife gives me a pain in the neck.

What is quotidian more than vexation.

Life is not all bad.