(song) peering into silver water

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peering into silver water
my brother clean and white
fighting fire in the august night
at dawn he'll rinse his hands
feed the meadow in the low lands
one stream carries silt
the other carries nothing
lost until the wings beat
great blue heron at the crest of the stream
her spread arms cover me
with a shadow shouldering
sternum on the rail
peering into silver water
pour yourself in
the heron said
pour yourself in
cascade down feldspar stairs
spin the fins of the old mill there
where blue eyed grasses grow
from the ash of the burnt down homes
and will they find you there
looking for the sky?
to pour yourself in
the heron said
pour yourself in
with blood in my eyes,
peering into silver water