The sea is rising, somehow
the breakers seem closer, give more sound.
The baby whale from the beach sinks
jaw and tongue missing, delicacies to orcas.
It was so hot this summer
our monarchs decided not to come.
No solace in the eucalyptus.
The suburbs leave their windows open
at night, their smells waft out.
Fat raccoon, on humanlike hands
prowls the streets, feeling his way.