Who speaks here or keeps mum?
Here we denounce the dumb.
To speak here is to hide
deep reasons kept inside.

Culled from 40 years, this a rather mixed assemblage. The images always appear afoot with history. The smoke of tragedy faint in the wind. The harvest remains hopeful as the shipwrecked muse over the mercy of milk. I wasn't transported by much of this, my personal baggage leading off the trail. This likely deserves a second reading. ( )