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| Bottom of Reservoir |
Descending the steep slope
on unstable stones
to the bottom, I stepped
into a vision from
another life--
dark skeletons
of oaks and sycamores
preserved by cold water
for generations,
bridge abutments
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| Bridge Abutment below Village Site |
still standing by the creek
near the confluence,
the river meandering
in the drought
as it did before
the dam, pestles still
next to pounding stones--
I had descended
into a dream
buried in dark water
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| Pounding Stone near Bridge Abutments |
before I was born,
waking
to the vision
of my return, a tribe
gone forever, old paths
still vanishing.
Where else
am I drifting
even now, finding
the confluences?
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