responsive-lightbox domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/sundre5/ducts.sundresspublications.com/content/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n On Touching a Woolly Mammoth\u2019s Tooth<\/strong><\/p>\n He had six sets of these; it\u2019s not easy This one\u2019s deep-ridged and so suggests It feels like rock, but my touch there\u2019s a lot I miss, For all that big brain, his death was news Poor creature, like me, his home \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Yellow-Crowned Night Heron<\/strong><\/p>\n Feet wet in the morning rush he allows me to gaze, Yes, this yellow top-knot, is strange, but watch. Later, generalists crows and rats, gulls like humorless Puritans, on eccentrics and raid The tides themselves already heedless of his delicate life, his useless call uttered Here we are up early looking for things We have an eye out for the sacred sparrows, Your sunset was huge from the pizza place. \u00a0 On Touching a Woolly Mammoth\u2019s Tooth He had six sets of these; it\u2019s not easy to feed on shrubbery. This one\u2019s deep-ridged and so suggests its owner met an early death. It feels like rock, but my touch can\u2019t signal back much; there\u2019s a lot I miss, just as extinction slipped his notice. For […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1717"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1879,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717\/revisions\/1879"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto feed on shrubbery.<\/p>\n
\nits owner met an early death.<\/p>\n
\ncan\u2019t signal back much;<\/p>\n
\njust as extinction slipped his notice.<\/p>\n
\nand now this tooth, scarcely used.<\/p>\n
\na shaky island in a sea unknown.<\/p>\n
\nalert to what the tide brings,<\/p>\n
\nholds his head as if to say<\/p>\n
\nflare of backward flightless feathers,<\/p>\n
\nThe day will deliver.<\/p>\n
\nwill prevail:<\/p>\n
\nin regulation grays and blacks<\/p>\n
\nopportunists that prey<\/p>\n
\ntheir guileless nests.<\/p>\n
\ngather bile, baleful forces<\/p>\n
\nhis silly headgear,<\/p>\n
\nonly on ritual occasions.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Cozumel
\n<\/strong>
\nHello island, lucky in sea breeze and light,
\nlate to electricity, to scooter putt putt
\nnow along the latest sea wall where we,
\nso tall, walk shod so well,
\nwatching ruins of the last wall
\nlipped by a milk-mild sea
\nwithout commentary.<\/p>\n
\nredolent of religious dread,
\nof the path paved in crushed shells
\nthat leads to the shrine of Ixchel,
\nfor hints of lives passed in one place,
\nMayan mysteries hidden under hats and shirts
\nbearing the names of our teams.<\/p>\n
\nfor the straw children still tucked sometimes
\nalong the temple trail by the barren credulous,
\nsmall pilgrims among the tourists.
\nWe regret the smallpox, the coral reefs
\nnow paled from waters too warm \u2014
\nwe didn\u2019t mean to harm\u2014<\/p>\n
\nThis morning, mountainous cruise ships
\nwill ease into the horizon, unmoored
\ncities filled with more such as us, ready
\nto buy and buy, particularly any silver stuff
\ncertified hand-wrought, bought
\nby our long winters, our boredom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"