the medicine rises water becomes a ghost from the rocks air becomes fire as a thousand snakes sing in unison spirits slip inside demons drip drop cleansed by fire cleansed by water the medicine rises
[Poem #8 for National Poetry Month — thanks for reading!!]
then in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of Fall and now snow does with the gust white whirling snow devils
I didn't drink coffee until after highschool that summer I took a new job at River Marina first morning on the job Pat Jennings, my new boss asked, "Do you drink coffee?" I shook my head "Well, then y