I asked the old ones how to say thank you.
They told me to open my mouth and speak.
As soon as they left me in peace, I forgot.
I am like that. Absent-minded, hazy.
Wherever you wandered, did I follow,
or did you pursue me along the way,
souls of my soul, dread incense, sea-eagles,
piercing, with your fierce talons, a pale tree?
(for erin) when i ask, where have the redpolls gone, and why the silence at my seed station your eyes, unbidden twin candles startle ...
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