You told me sometimes the water came up high
and covered the marshes
Completely? I asked
It would have been beautiful, I know
to watch the way the tides and seasons
washed away
the harder parts - soft. marshes.
Is there a piece we could still stand on
Maybe somewhere near the edge
where nameless birds would come to be remembered
They might say as we look out at the orange sky
Oh, where
where
have you been
- Erin Frankel