H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

BOB RIXON

For Tu Fu, At Sandy Hook, New Jersey

The tide rises no high today,

late afternoon Sun shares the sky

with the Moon. A gull hangs

on steady wings, then plummets

to the water, ascending

with a paltry fish in its beak

These long shadows are friendly.

I think of you, & of the cormorant

that once gazed into your eyes.

Now I must put down my pen

to slap at a fly on my arm.