You won’t believe
how we got here
after the animals and bird people
met for the last time
to turn us loose on this ground.
You won’t believe
we did without electric
light at the end of the tunnel—
our cache of acorns
to get us through the winter.
You won’t believe
that we survived.
You won’t believe
we are the dust you breathe
in these dry times.
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