Week Without Salvages

A little over a week ago, I went for a walk and listened on my iPod to someone reading the last part of The Wasteland, What The Thunder Said. I thought to myself I will go home and write a poem. Something is stirring in the wind. But the stupid wind turned and blew it all away, whatever it was. I hate it when that happens.

So nothing good has been rescued from the horse latitudes this week.  I’ve been very busy in other ways, and we’ve had some good rain and a fallowing sea with fair winds will come again. Until then, here’s some great poetry.