#BackCreek


meanness blares on
all ego and heat: yet
in the ice, the
backcreek we
glom to the
cold. solace
between sun-
shafts kissing
pine boughs
as stalwart
as our aunties.
tucked water-
falls as steady
as our uncles, re-
minding us: hold tight
to this earth, to
ourselves, to
each other

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January 27, 2025 at 5:11 AM Everybody can reply
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