1.in shades of green and greythe ocean spoke the coming stormwhile breakers tossed ice-whispsagainst the tide. double socked andbraced to the windwe face that cloud stacked horizonand give thanks for the rainthe rainthe rain that comesand those who returnwith the snap cold turnof seasons. 2.by 1750 the north atlantic right whalewas as good as extinct…
it is hard to see in the darknessof these days, morning sunbright shadowed on heatherand grass thick dewed.it is hard to see. it is hard to rememberwho spewed what hateat which fractured pieceof humanity first – who threatened,divided,ate power made of discord. it is a dark shorethese morning wavesbreak on.it is hard to see but…