Hawks be with me…
Through the bent birch gate and
into the wood. Young Blake carved his name on an old ash tree. As did Ra. Into
the meadow walks the purple condor t-shirt.
The last slush of winter hiding in
the swamp. New boots don't fail me now! Broken arrow, fallen trees. Summer
Breeze On a Winter's Day. The last great hill before the Empire of the sea.
The new blue bridge is lurking in
the distance. Teardrops of snow on the northern slope. Across the river,
history is busy building new condominium construction.
The Abenaki still own this land
because they never claimed its ownership. The Great White Pines of Eagle
Territory. An old bridge wrapping around Flotsam Cove.
The real peak of this path are
these bare rocks on the great open point of river…where the southwest wind is
briskly shimmering in this glittering world.
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