in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia
smells like old rubber and poutine
in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia
in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia

Books paintings papers:
a life / some nostalgic trip
Oh how do we remember
the nicotine and sawdust smell
of Grandpa’s hands or Dad’s laugh
my father-in-law’s generosity
or that we’re married
or that our granddaughter is beautiful
or that we generally like the dogs
and even the cat without all
this shit / our excuse
for not waking up one day
and quietly burning the house down