where knowing comes

yellow monarch
butterfly
crosses the current
to the island

salt fish breeze
makes us hunger

eagle white
from branch
fills us
with direction

our boats thud over
teeth chiseled spears
that guard sand bank burrows

we enter the beaver den
like lost coyotes
sinking into dark mud
we feel beaver lungs
move the current
they teach us how

to eat the waves

and weave the reeds

and cover our backs

with leaf glow

to swim in silent

tree prayer

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