Perhaps the Great Snake that protects our house was not quite fully asleep yet, the warm wind and rain melting the snow, perhaps opening up the Spirit Being’s eyes…
The wind took down most of the hemlock closest to the house,
at the corner where I had started to restore it…
Laugh at my superstitious belief if you like, don’t believe me that
it is really Indigenous Stonework if you choose, but I know all that tobacco burned on clam
shells, on capstones that I didn’t even realize were Big Snakes for years and years, kept
and keep me on the good side of the Guardian Serpent…
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