“Doom scenarios, even though they might be true, are not politically or psychologically effective. The first step . . . is to make us love the world rather than to make us fear for the end of the world.”

At White River Roadhouse in the Yukon
A bell rings in the late night:
A lone car on the Alaska highway

her eyes and smile are elsewhere:
swelling out and sailing to the future

First            Samish Bay
             then all morning, hunting oysters

Small girls with gaudy flowers
flash down the bare walk road

the curvd lines toe-drawn, round cornerd squares
bulge out doubles from its single pillar line, like,
Venus of the Stone Age.

August was foggy,
September dry.
October grew too hot.