Boto

by beeseeker

I am (the only)

Sundaughter-child

Of Father Never-Still River

And Mother Daytime Sky.

She of changing mood

And appearance,

Capable equally of

Tempers terrible as storm

And sensitive extremes.

He of deep

Born-again memory

And the silver-shouldered strength

To move mountains

And souls.

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One Comment to “Boto”

  1. The imagery in your words is palpable . . . Nicely done . . .

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