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The Man With His Back To The Room Confluence
On the ride north we reminisce about family ties & kids on trial &
growing up estranged & how discovery can set us free & where three rivers converge there's the constant &
submissive sea to welcome & absorb the sludge & sap of continents
& to map mountains & lakes
from the bow of a birchbark canoe & how the yowl of a hungry Grisly
pawing the air in spring might churn the blood & how some men assume futility but insist on going on & when the time is right accept the Salmon's challenge & swim upstream to spawn & die. |
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