Basalt and falcons and motion and freedom
a physical communion intoning prayers
the wind holds the whisper of virtues
long lost in the city
the water has a course that it chooses
in dry seasons the easy course
In the wettest seasons it swallows the flood plain
Powerful fish struggling against its current
year in and out - moon waxing or on the wane
There are no bear here to eat them anymore
just giant mechanical turbines
and a wall of concrete taller than a fir tree
against this too they struggle
to keep their ancient family alive
blood and scale and water and man
to fight and love and give birth
to something like a vibrant future
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