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.]