Memento Nori

Dusk Seattle winter dusk
gray and brick and grey
emulsified with lost earth pride
green and green and green

isthmus heavy sank de-light
not that sun was nigh
on the mists the fists unclench
and sigh and sigh and sigh

thus our fish we made our night
raw and knife and pink
with a seaweed side and stiff
whetted netted brink

moral tomes may build our eyes
from the minds they were
but here we are at nine at midnight
feasting on sea stirs.