I close my eyes, and think of water.

Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.

There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, My bones turn to dark emeralds.

Practice good personal hygiene. Wash your hands before you eat. Be aware of good clean water and food sources.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.

Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.