Last night I slept beneath the wings of Noctuidae.
This visit to Great Duck Island brings me back, reconnecting me to something I’ve lost.
The land seemed tortured, as if the vegetation had been slashed and burned.
Here in this place of house upon house, on this asphalt path hemmed by parkway and train tracks, a beauty as enchanted as I have ever seen.
The sky was aster blue, and the burnt, bare trees looked like punji sticks shooting up from the crest of the ridge.
