Monday, February 25, 2013

Poem A Day Project Dirge on the Pier

A hundred harbor seals swim
along the pier, all  barking and coughing.
But the bellow does not at first 
disturb the filmy light, 
the fairy shimmer around the sea.
Susan Radlov is dead. 
It's the coughing from below 
these planks that calls 
this shocking fact 
to mind again and now 
the chummy yowl of  harbor seals 
will join the growing list 
of most mournful sounds 
I'll ever hear.