Migrations
North of Seattle, the icy glacial rivers
shimmer at night like wet seals.
The sound of the water cleanses the air.
Fresh salmon seek their natal beds
in the fine bedrock of mother streams.
They decay and cry out to the osprey
to take them all. The tracks from the sea
roar with the clack of their train.
They keep their schedules on time.
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