By lake Mj°sa, July 2015

Soft rain draws circles on lake Mj°sa, no fishes jumping.
Thirty years ago they were. The new normal,
our accustomed poverty

When Alf sang of Mj°sa, fireflies flashed like city lights,
this evening's darkness a witness of
July's lush deception

Ecological impoverishment is invisible, camouflaged poverty.
Culture takes nature for granted, with
short-term memory

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