nearly enough
to break up
and still be alive
to have enough people
to invite to your quarters
the rain on the berry bush
kisses my cheek
i do not wear
my plastic hood
different yards
their totems
laser chrome salish raven
ambiguous charcoal stone hawk
terracotta maiden
pouring from her breast jug
each lifted and placed
foolish and knowing
this is our home
we mean what
we mean
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