Jumped overboard before me,
leaving me to cry the 3 rivers dry
from the tidal estuaries of—
Brudenell, Cardigan and Montague,
rivers that flowed into Saint Mary’s Bay.
I spent the happiest days of my life
with my chest puffed up like Captain Bly,
getting my Boston Whaler underway across
the bay to Boughton Island. She stood at the
bow, her hair flowing in the wind, moments
before she exclaimed to me: I will wait for you,”
and dove into the sea.