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Evening Whoops and hollers Torn from tongue Were gale flung Back toward the village If only soiled laundry Stained of my poor choices Whipped from My clothesline of memories Homeland of Makah At nation’s far point Upon that final ****** of stone We stood atop its Plunge into sea Twilight gripped like Prayer shawls We could not hold back Moon nor stars Home with wind East Shabby trailers Stapled to the earth Chained dogs Feral felines Hulks of auto Appliances abandoned to rust East toward the dawn Sunrise and tide Westward rolling Sands swarmed with Seekers Out of last of night’s Shadows seeking treasure Even a glass Japan net float Noon In left hand The map sketched on Paper torn from A patient’s chart With right I swung pack over shoulder A cove held secret By nailed drift and Rusted anchor chain We descended In high sun On sands, on blanket spread In the wind hiss of surf Naked both Nancy taught me Arts of love I tongued her to screams Night The moon Pulled flame into the sky The hiss and spit Of burning cedar Stars! With radar and chart Ships cut the night To round the point Into the straight Tacoma, Seattle still hours off Firelight said a pilot Lit with lantern Our shapes writhed and moaned Upon the thin tent walls Only a raccoon to see I slept the dream of Orca Half brain Still upon her skin Her lips Toward the morn I slept the dream of Orca
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
Neah Bay
Evening Whoops and hollers Torn from tongue Were gale flung Back toward the village If only soiled laundry Stained of my poor choices Whipped from My clothesline of memories Homeland of Makah At nation’s far point Upon that final ****** of stone We stood atop its Plunge into sea Twilight gripped like Prayer shawls We could not hold back Moon nor stars Home with wind East Shabby trailers Stapled to the earth Chained dogs Feral felines Hulks of auto Appliances abandoned to rust East toward the dawn Sunrise and tide Westward rolling Sands swarmed with Seekers Out of last of night’s Shadows seeking treasure Even a glass Japan net float Noon In left hand The map sketched on Paper torn from A patient’s chart With right I swung pack over shoulder A cove held secret By nailed drift and Rusted anchor chain We descended In high sun On sands, on blanket spread In the wind hiss of surf Naked both Nancy taught me Arts of love I tongued her to screams Night The moon Pulled flame into the sky The hiss and spit Of burning cedar Stars! With radar and chart Ships cut the night To round the point Into the straight Tacoma, Seattle still hours off Firelight said a pilot Lit with lantern Our shapes writhed and moaned Upon the thin tent walls Only a raccoon to see I slept the dream of Orca Half brain Still upon her skin Her lips Toward the morn I slept the dream of Orca
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MichaelSunBear9901
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MichaelSunBear9901
74/M/Seattle
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
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