and I pick up a ball that comes bouncing toward me in the street in Curling and pitch it down inside the line, and the ball-hockey players go chasing after it, and the car that’s rocking up and down on its springs in the bushes just off the Cook’s Brook Park parking lot, I push it slowly into Cook’s line and give it a shove – t
wo startled flushed faces in the rear window – and I throw in Woods Island and Pissing Horse Falls and the solar orgasm rock and Mad Dog Lake and Lisa and me at the top of Blomidon Head (Is that a caribou in the
...[+++] pond below? 
