i felled sadangry, after seeing the little dreamy blue flowers, and the silent coyote floating like a ghost given body, a body that is moving in any landscape, even this one, a returning spirit. then beside the island, in bobolink meadow without bobolinks, a meadow named for the ones they've cleared out, like the native humans who once lived here, cleared out, and knowing again that the district is in control, and policy is nature now.