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