Nature went crazy after Hurricane Bob.
Salt-shocked leaves flamed red in July 
against sky preternaturally blue. Pogies flew 
then rained silver onto the beach,
bees grew confused and swarmed in the sea. 
Marsh murmur hushed 
in nights without light or sound, thick with black 
but for Perseids and fireflies. 
When the well failed, we forgot to be careful 
and clean, we bathed with the salt 
and sand in our hair, we went down
after dark to swim in a bay 
swollen with tide, moonskimmed, 
glittering green fire—
phosphorescent plankton—and the stars 
streaked from the sky and were drowned.