He was born with the
wild coyotes howl
the heat uncovering
the lichen
the heat opening
the old buds
He was born on the
Day of New Beginnings
his eyes like lost
teal treasures
his lips
the heaviest berry
He was born and the
elk shaped their final traverse
The eagle swept
through the soft sky
He was born and
I opened again
unimaginably alive
welcome
stronger
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