The fire has gone out again
the small stove hard to catch
the slender limbs too quick.
I missed the lights again last night—the skies
need always watching
& the smoke:
I am tired of feeling this world
I haven’t checked the news in days,
less made these bodies.
& if this world’s still ending this corner
will be the last one standing.
I think it must be the wolves are far from here:: Kaganat yaksigtut maaken & cillqat antaartut uksuarmi
—in meadows forests hillsides anywhere
the ground has been disturbed.
Here the river won’t dry.
Here the glacier won’t
Here the weed is a flower
—it comes out in the fall,
& the ice has always known blue
is a color
with or without our hands
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