North Lake George—for LDT

Mountain noses and tongues

and masking ridge

stick shape

norhward trickling bowl

You’re not sure I can manage

the islands

we paddle close to the shore

so I also wonder

You taught Charles:

swim to that island;

not arguing about

his boots

(he may not be coming back)

He’ll need them

climbing ashore:

The waving wakeful trees

need someone to hear

them whisper

The island and shore fires

die down

the lake disappears

and the mountains

The buoys settle down

the cabin windows

raised only a crack

Drink this bathing

air of another continent