Unpublished Poem I Wrote Upon Hearing of Santa Barbara Oil Spill in 1969
Santa BarbaraDown by the seaside in comes the oil.
The sand, the birds, the rocks to soil.
To man the millions is all he seeks.
Forgetting the sea, the fish, the leaks.
The latest oceanography literature, explained
little by little, one travels far
As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears
visual essays for a digital world
A daily painting provided to you from Shanti Marie's South Carolina studio
You'll thank me later