
raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul

raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul

a golden morning
tide rolling in with white curls
toes curl into cold

Listen
It’s been said that I am sacred.
That I hold the spirits of ancestors in my pores.
And yet you still seek to possess me. Then take heed.
Make sure you follow the example of the Salish people
and show gratitude. Show respect.





