You can’t talk about trees,
Stare at nimbus clouds in skies azure.
You can’t just enjoy the tweeting birds
Nor cool spring breeze.

Jagged ice picks march their way to freedom
On rolling soiled waters.
The gauze canopy of denial is shattered
By blinding absence of light,
By searing heat held at denial’s feet

The hurricane’s grounded eye blinks myopically
at the sky’s wounded skull.
World upside down
World doomed to drown

Is this a dream, a nightmare?
This is no boy crying wolf
Only a wolf plaintively howling at
a smog-shrouded moon.

—Robert Hieger
    June 29, 2007

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