9.
after the late summer heat
burns off
the embers fire the sky:
Autumn is in the sunset
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for the empty short dog in the river
Smoking my pipe near the north end of the wharf
my prayers waft skyward on tobacco smoke flatboats
burned by the big boiler setting over the lock.
Empty, we both float, having learned
this world melts for want of vivid dreams.
smells like old rubber and poutine
in this hazy sunset
you can almost smell the fire
burning Nova Scotia