poetry for the natural world
WATER
The thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth...
- Adrienne Rich,
Diving into the Wreck
Before
humming
bird
gets
fire,
water
is
every
where.
Eagle
calls
hawk
to
mountain
since they
miss
us.
Curled
up
and sleeping, they
dream the
Ohlone
stories.
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