opened the cupboard
wishing for solace
for something different
for lost magic
a forgotten beloved cup
has edged itself front and center
teetering now as if crashing down
from so very long ago
so delicately beautiful
so perfectly weighted
red and black
on cold white
Haida’s elder, the bear
stares at me and calls
from north and west
where spring now bursts
where i once wandered
the watery land of seals and clams
of herons and flounders and salmon
of berries and rainforests and deer
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