Madagascar

| May 12, 2011

(for a fellow traveler)

Because
You are my goodness
I grieve at your going

Chasing light with latitude
And longing for
Green,
Bright bird,
And sweet sea sound

I remain
Stranded
Surrounded
By larval
Sluggish
Seconds

Perhaps,
In the groves of midnight decay,
I will find
A wide-eyed lemur
Too

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