by Damon Hubbs
The Fish and Wildlife Service
have been monitoring the pink water since October.
I think about this and wonder
if Halobacterium is the sickness of angels.
I will ask them if I see them
if they still know how to itemize the natural world,
flower by flower
cloud by cloud.
I will ask them
about the tempest in the vast surrounding,
the lines converging
to pool in shallow crust.
I will ask them if I see them
what they know of panic and estrangement,
and if birdsong
can still heal the sick.
Damon Hubbs: art lover / pie bird collector / lapsed tennis player / author of the chapbooks: “Coin Doors & Empires” (Alien Buddha Press) and “The Day Sharks Walk on Land” (Alien Buddha Press). His most recent work appears/is forthcoming in RIC Journal, DarkWinter Literary Magazine, Acropolis Journal, Cutbow Quarterly, Dreich, and elsewhere. Twitter @damon_hubbs