To the South of Montreal is the old port of Lachine.
Named for the adventurers’ dreams of finding the fabled
World of China at the end of the Saint Laurent. Further
Downstream, the ice holds firm as fishermen, landrovers and
Ramblers test its weight. It glistens like the Salt Lake of
Uyuni. America is one vast whole, out-
Growing the stunted motherlands. Its dreams fulfilled
In size and stature, if not in spices or silks.
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