May 20th, 2010.

It's darker away from it all.
The city glows/ glooms in the distance, multiples.
Blues and greens that are almost blacks and oranges;
whites and reds that awkwardly flicker.
Marsh expands in front of us,
prairie fire imitation (with mercury vapour backdrop).

We stand on gravel perched between wetlands that are ocean fed
and a ditch of something I'd like to call milkweed.
It's beauty from black to purple,
trees shivering and bending in the wind.
Rustle and quiet to accompany the mute jet that hovers towards land.