The Early Kings of Wrangell Narrows

Full moon ecstasy in the Tongass.

An all day rain has filled the woods with gloom

but respite's come just as the evening's nigh

when all the light in heaven floods the sky

and slashes into dripping forest rooms

The moist and fecund newly minted air

the shiny sated sedges grass and moss

a hundred living shades of green in gloss

on fallen logs and strands of waving hair

The creeks along this archipelago

all roil down through muskeg to the sea

where salmon gather for the last run home

their bodies taut with eggs and constancy

they bide in swirling gray-green tidal flow

awaiting night and full moon ecstasy

The End

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