I couldn’t see the keyboard
anymore
couldn’t read it
with my fingertips
but at least I still had a voice
and the wherewithal
to get the party started
november two thousand twenty-four
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a once scorched earth
now covered in water
the flood gates
no longer operable
didn’t you once say
this place
would be uninhabitable
for anything without
roots or wings or gills
eventually even the plastic
bottles become
useful as bobbers
—artificial fish fishing for fish
june two thousand twenty-four
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moon swaying over tidal waves
a dream inside a dream
trees planted in the sand
stretching for the clouds
children of the forest climbing
until they’re no longer seen
man-made machines pounding
on the ocean floor
shaking loose the tree children
sending them falling & tumbling
plunging into the ocean
evolving into something new
january two thousand twenty-three
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