A bustling world of change
with all its shenanigans beyond
the renewed green after rain,
beyond the ridgeline that has stayed
the same for a thousand lifetimes,
ever since Tro’khud, the Eagle
and Wee-hay’-sit, the Mountain Lion
shaped a body from clay
and baked it in the house of tules
they had set afire. Then put a piece
of him in a basket and set it beside
Sho-no’-yoo spring to become his mate.
They made mistakes like paws for hands
they had to change—but for a moment
they were safe this side of the ridge.
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