A light drizzle blessed Olympia
Today a needed watering if just to
Remind them what had been the
Old normal that made them so
Different from other parts of the
Land I took Cosette out for walks
Twice nine this morning again
About noon encountered not a
Torrent not a gully washer still
That soft lovely moisture casually
Remarked to an intense walker on
Aspinwall who gasped in delight
Her face happily gleaming wet
With rain it's been so long this
Summer the ferns getting brown
Dry dying it's hard to find
Stories about the state's weather
Which don't refer to the haze
Of smoke from forests ablaze
Further east landscapers told me
The drought's hurt their business
Don't matter how many contracts
You have if all the grass is brown
Can't really charge for being available
Not part of the deal this afternoon
Cosi and I walked out Aspinwall
Court scanned real estate where
Pines easily eighty feet straight up
Surrounded shaded unique
Original houses with huge
Glass areas on the south for
Gathering light warmth
At the road's reverse a family
Of black-tailed deer stood
Statue still quiet unspooked
Into motion by our presence
For the three trips I inveterate
Garbage hound retrieved
From the pristine wilderness
Five cast away aluminum cans
Three energy drinks in my
Erstwhile comic career I noted
Such drinks delivered the needed
Energy just not enough to enable
Recycling not exactly funny I
Learned but not too bad compared
To my urban sidewalk mining
Where more often than not I
Netted a grocery bagful of twenty-
Four ounce monsters but hey this
Is greenland the northwest where
People would recycle their spit
If they could I'm trying to say
None of this primitive vista
Will last long in the new normal
Forests fill with fire's haze
Rains diminish to drought
Highways submerge in trash
A damn shame which is
Already begun
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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