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Manic flint

Rough rusted railroad steel in my palm

Dogs are following me in the woods 

It's a long way to the river yet

Running out of battery

Dark tracks rattling hard

 

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Atlatl heart

I found you in the gravel,
the wet muddy gravel

How far did you travel,
in sunlight or in shadow

River winding high,
receding when it's dry

Reflecting clouded skies,
perceived through panfish eyes

Here chipped secrets lie,
downstream our dreams do fly

All we can do is try
scattered like flints awry

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