Tides and Moon

Poems

Two palm trees in Santa Barbara Wintertime

Spirits of Palm Trees

What makes a palm tree reach for the sky?Sunlight, sure. And airBut why does it bother?It feels no painSomething is pushing it up from the sand Maybe it’s just electrical chargesMolecules meeting and molecules matingAll pushed on by the ghost of selectionThe ones that live are the ones that we have What about spirit?Very convenientIt

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Freshly sheared sheep in Lancaster, England. Morecambe Bay is in the background.

Darwin’s Sheep

Selection by death, that’s why it’s backwards Natural killing makes us whole The best live on to add their millions Others die to serve the fold The Watchmaker isn’t blind She just can’t see the future She makes her choice with what’s at hand We self-select for beauty -JW Marsh

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