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For The Anniversary #2

An earthquake woke us
The light had barely begun
To slip through the window
Crystals hanging on a lamp
Tinkled like wind chimes
As the room shook

It’s the season for them
Documentaries of Fukushima
Air on public stations
Along with those of ruined cities
Wives and children lost in the waves
How many sleep in Poseidon’s arms?

By his other name
Neptune dissolves old forms
The sacred brine of his deep
A solvent for transformation
A cradle for islands of change
What washes up on the shore now?

07MAR12 TASH c

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