|
| Coho Communion |
 |
When we
dip our fingers
into this pink flesh
tear it
raise it to our lips
we take communion
with our Mother Sea.
Strong fish!
Swimmer of the world!
I will remember your silver
when I am old and gone
and coho no longer flow
up the river–veins of this land.
I will carry your memory
within my bones into a time
of salmon legends. |
|
|
|
|
