ripples eddy me round like
an island, like a knot
greedy with fear
in this drift of a year I may
examine one reed then
examine one reed then
inherit a whole river
I will no longer burn into
everything--it holds me
back, turning
into the story of one bird
perched on my hand
forever telling me
I am here--yes, I am here
have been for so long
always singing
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