Her eyes are her grandmother’s
opioid blue
—quells storms
the willy willy she leaves tranquillity in her wake
Small hands conduct the hot silence
no alpine butterfly can resist
her fingers wet from the spring
—a tangerine bracelet
Gravelly gaze her burning precipice
to walk the crosscut saw
is to leave behind new skin
& old
watershed deluge
in her sweet skin
rain cloistered heat
& squall
a generation is a river bank
no stock cross her waters
My daughter the debbil debbil
My daughter the stream