The storm came Monday night. On Wednesday we
Took wreaths to the point and flung them in the sea.
The sun shone, and the waves -- oh, how they sparkled!
Even the gulls' shrillness seemed sweet that day.
Sweet too the piquancy upon the breeze
Of stranded whale, burnt oil, and ambergris.
Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org
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