
I’m
writing you
this tear-shaped
poem to show that
I’m crying about the old
Enbridge oil pipeline 5 that
runs under The Straits of Mack
inac, that pumps black death
through fresh water, sepa-
rated from catastrophe by
grace. Enbridge’s take?
Build a harbinger
on bottom of lake.

Our appetites are endless. Nice contrast of words and image. (K)
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Thanks, K. I was lucky to have some postcards from Seurat left over from last year.
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Your awesome Li, great poem! Oldie, but just awesome!
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Thanks!
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