Barreling through Cuslett listening to The Streets

There's a moment on the Cape
Shore when you pass through
Patrick's Cove and, on the road,
is the homemade basketball
net used by the local boy
now playing in the NBA, and if
you look the other way, down
below Agnes Walsh's pink house,
you see the bare white bones
of a flake, the only fish flake
I've ever seen still solid and
ready to dry split cod. I pass these
two emblems of the modern and
the old, barrelling towards
Cuslett while listening to the
hottest new music from England,
The Streets, singing Youre Fit
But You Know It. My last day
in Newfoundland. I'm taking
Lee Enfield in a locked box
to Toronto.