Tuesday, February 24, 2015


Sooty Shearwaters, Monterey Bay


I thought it had left me, but
it had only receded for a time--

Along the shore beads of moisture
cling to the snarled kelp

like mementos, little souls--

Mari L'Esperance

The Darkened Temple
Univ. of Nebraska Press, 2008, page 1.

A task for my self: make a very short poem 
linking nature and self with a strong place or image.

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