Thomas Doty – Storyteller


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you grandmother
you creek
foaming away and away
down the hills to the sea

I want to slant a tree
across your flowing
slow you down
make a pond

dive deep and deeper
under the froth
till the spring flooding

the current
all yellow with pollen
shakes loose
the log dam

takes you and me
away and away
where the sea and the sky
foam together