Tuesday, 17 January 2023

FROM A CREMATORIUM GARDEN, RETAIL PARK BEHIND ME




the marsh
looked like the kind of marsh
something should be rolling in from

but theres only wind
blowing on the ragged robin 
the bugle & the horsetail
& on the blackberry brambles

& cows
uncluttered cows
without secrets
bowed & calm

sentinel markers
on the way to the river
to the great canal 
to the puget sound
all the water in the world







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