freshwater person living uphill from a city of saltwater
people recalls a child's sunburnt skin peeling like
frieze, "whether we know its meaning or not."
a sharp turn and continued straight ahead, stepping
over long arms of ancient roots, until I found
I'm walking in
a dry stream bed
by floods morphed into sand flecked with leaves of
degrees of color: these paths walked
shaman, rattling “one
then, to when prayers were sung with pollen flying up
with "his bird sneeze in one
hand / And his death-chill in the other."