misshapen lumps of dead coral rise from the sea-shore
miniatures of the karst monolithic islands of coastal southeast asia
a tiny archipelago facing constant nightmare tsunami
The early morning sun warms the silvery shafts of a eucalyptus to a buttery yellow.
That seems a fine bit of grace,
until I see a hawk whose brown cowl is glowing gold in the same light,
as it perches watchfully on the one corner of a dilapidated building
that receives rising rays.