Monday, December 12, 2011


Was it worth this
data in the wind?

We saw who counts
and were counted in our turn

to each one weight
as weighing’s all that matters

So gather up down there
Cry for all you’re worth

The trawlers don’t dock here anymore
The old produce hall’s been transformed

And a buzz of souls beckons
from the city that sleeps

to the city that wakes
till all that remains

between us
is data in the wind

Grant Duncan, 9.12.11