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I stood in the doorway
Foot raised to cross
The bedroom threshold
Your broad shoulders
Filled the space
As you stepped forward
Raising your beautiful arms
Not to put them around me
Nor to accept an embrace
But only to force me
By courtesy to step back
Yet I did not step aside
Instead raising the
Water Blessing
You took and drank
Ingesting unmindfully
Returning the glass
Irritation radiating
Communion reaching
Behind yourself
You shut the bedroom door
And step forward
Again the message clear
Turning I moved aside
Water Blessing transmuted
Funereal Tear Cup
Refilling the empty
Blessing portion
Now become the
Woman’s Salt Sea
I drank my half moon
Tide change
Howling a lullaby named
Anguish to no one
The lyrics all
Told in stories
And the songs all sung
To children grown
From the darkness
Persecuted coyotes echo
My useless cries
I have refilled
Water Blessing
In the new dawn
You will swallow
What you must
And I shall drink
With gratitude
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Agawela … 03.22.2017
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