You become
Keenly aware again
Of sharing your space
With many species
You learn to keep your mouth shut
But not because of what may come out
The insect eaters are back
Just like in Capistrano
And they skim as many little suckers as possible
But it's not enough
They are what makes the world
When is the ocean dull
Three swans paddle unseen
Through the flatness
Past an anchored fishing boat
But terns twist above the surface
Determined to stir something
These salty swallows
Far away in a haze
Through heat and sand and grass and greenfly
That catch in the hairs on your arm
Holding one Longboard Island Lager
Or another in the three hours of peace
Away from visitors to your place
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