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Show after the ice age in the moon-pool in the deep dark, waiting there, surrounded by dark leaves, by flowers made gray by night, by coyote songs, high watery silver, by their long-legged dances, by the silences of deer. in the star-pool, in the long quiet time, waiting there, among the dark mountains, among the heavy trunks and limbs of spruce, the cliffs above, their rock faces, leaning out, their sharp edges, silver and black under the moon. hands in the water, the mouth, drinking the moon-filled water, drinking the star-filled water, those eyes flickering in shadow, a spark, a fire glow, the hand grasping a fluted point, footprints in the wet earth. |