Water Broke

On the eve of winter,
the candlewax began to drip making the sound of time vanish for the old powers.
The sound of coconut macaroons dropping on parquet floors was heard when women were heard.
Time is immutable like the arrangement of stars in the sky when you were born.
We have had nine months to nourish our baby.
Now, the tribe’s water broke in Dakota.
So we think new life in and say,
“I am with her.”

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