The water trickling down the mountain
Meets the river that is tumbling, A heavy rain lashes the trees, A comet melts, its incandescence crumbling, For a moment, a lightning bolt thick As a sequoia tree burst The earth, burst the cave where A mother sat, her baby nursed, And constellations sent their stars Streaming. The boulders jittered To the trembling of the man, The ferns shook, the redstarts chittered, A season later, wild wheat was green, Maize, chokecherries, wild plums, Children dived in the river, some Stayed on the shore and tapped the drums.
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