something dark in play
taking but not giving back
no light makes it through
something dark in play
taking but not giving back
no light makes it through
still hard to believe
even after all these days
twenty-seventeen
smoke column rising
straight from mound of bulldozed trees
progress reeks of death
+++
hope of nostalgic flashback
changed to prophetic nightmare
icicles are gone
the last drip must have sounded
unheard in the night
hanging in midair
blue heron before splashdown
not a care in world