Waterborne
beginning with a line from Li-Young-Lee The first sky is inside you— first wind and wing: coral lightning, prayer stalk, chunks that glut the prairie. Corn tufts, soy shoots, shifting drifts of blaze/glazed river, glad ground cut to sheaths by water. Loam of too-much-thinking, loam of approaching sea, runnels stuffed with it, lucky sky upended—all of it...
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