Topical Storm Arthur gasses out to sea, gone, leaving us only a brush by day of  total rain.  I go back and spend this beloved country of mine, its special day, reading all the poets from all over. the world I admire and I am dumbfounded to realize how much of late I have writ of my unforeseen pleasure of the camaraderie and sincere friendship I have found here...and I know will think of this day from now on as my day of
Dependence,
for who could have foreseen, that so many humans could be one with the music of me, that even in my secret silence, I could not live with out, and now, I am dependent happily, dependent on....
N.