Great Lakes Myth Society The Gales Of 1838
They say, 'She walks in the water; her whistles silence
the day. She helps the smugglers turn their crimes into
American dimes into Canadian dollars, opium, and haze. At
the foot of Woodward, there's a condition or two to shade
the custom's review: all the young women overdressed in
their long-coats allow us to drink on their wine. Our
eyes turn to glass and shine on blind. So I've had wine
and wine and wine and more wine tonight, and tonight I
saw their world. And I am so far from it now, I'm
collapsing like the lighthouse in the gales of 1838. She
takes musicians to Bois Blanc. She takes the dancers
there too and at the end of the long nights, she takes
them back by lamplight but until then she stays clear out
of view. Before we dock at Richmond there's a hidden tax
of merit and all the boaters inherit one dollar for every
Lincoln brought in. We exchange them their Loonies and
unwind. Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind.
