February 23*

chopped marching scumble of silvergrey
stretches to a long thin layer
of deathdark smudged leadengrey
out to the lighted thread of horizon

          the hulk of matia
          an intense scraped dark void in the lightscreen
          leading to a drooping sky of
          stacked and bulging mammarous pulses

over-filled, dripping
the wet of the vast
warm and far
pacific

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.