by Richard D. Hartwell
Once was beauty as the Coos and Coquille Rivers merged
into the sinuous estuarine paths emptying into Coos Bay.
Now deep-water tugs languish awaiting empty freighters as
the lumber industry falters from the ravages of clear-cutting.
Automated ply and lumber companies have driven thousands to
outlaw shake mills, poaching, weed farms, desertion, and suicide.
Late afternoon and gray scud slowly
closes out blue sky and green water,
The world turns slate and dreams are held
together by only the most tenuous breath.
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