Why I feel so strongly that those so blessed *must* listen to the stories of people like my guys. The emphasis is mine.
Here is a story
to break your heart.
Are you willing?
This winter
the loons came to our harbor
and died, one by one,
of nothing we could see.
A friend told me
of one on the shore
that lifted its head and opened
the elegant beak and cried
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