Swamp Thing Sees Another Year Slip Away with the Tide
It’s easy out here to celebrate the sun setting behind the tree line again, water pulling itself back
out to Gulf with a whole year in tow, knowing right underfoot tree roots are stretching into the
mud, doing their best to find something fresh to quench their thirst, without even a thought for all
the heron nests busted up by that last storm or all the flotant marsh drifting by, but it is damned
difficult to watch it all go out without at least a little hope the water will bring some breeze with
it when it rolls back in.
