Last Tango

[摘要] Once the moon and I danced a ferocious tango, my tides pulled this way and that the blood quiet and then rising, rising til it burst the dikes and rushed toward the light of the insatiable moon. Now my highs and lows are smaller, closer spaced. Blood flits along my passageways as demurely as a butterfly gathering nectar. The wicked tango slows to a stately fox trot, but still we dance on whirling in the waning light. Remaining eggs are piled like stones at the mouth of a river, deposited by the pounding tides, fossils of a creature that once roamed the continent, now confined to a smaller place on earth .

[学科分类] 呼吸医学