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.
[Originally
published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#33.]