The Day After All That Was Good.

the lake's been dredged and dried up for months and all they found were old tires and bits of broken glass. "everything went to rot when the fishermen left," the man next to me says. this day is not good but faking it anyway. sunrises. first breaths of spring. and the birds singing. beatiful words. all is well so says the sun. but i am remembering when this tree hung over the water. whispered its bracnhes into it. when there were more trees and they didn't charge addmission to see them. i am remembering how you died decades ago and all your devoted disciples tried returning to their boats and baiting nets, but there wasn't enough water.

*photograph by larry mcgrath, Australian Sand Dune Field