Northern Curve
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the eastern wind is strong at Forillon
it blows across the sea to Saint Pierre and Miquelon
at night it nearly tore our tent away
so we drove down the coast into the pines by Roche Percรฉ
the birds are white and grey at Roche Percรฉ
they fight for scraps of codfish the fishermen throw their way
they wheeled and cried above us where we stood
my older one said that's the way they say the fish taste good
up around the northern curve
in between the sea and earth
highway black and ocean white
moving through the northern light
the August nights are cold above Matane
they said we'd have to wait a year till July came again
to sit along the river in the night
and watch the ocean liners in the slowly fading light
the eastern mountains end at Forillon
they rise a time or two fall in the sea and then they're gone
and even so the months have come and gone
I close my eyes
and since we've talked
I'm back at Forillon