Deirdre Lockwood
Seattle
Gwaxčeł
Go for a stroll/walk there
Once a weir
trapped salmon where
this summer my daughter
picks salmonberries
the creek softens
iceforged drumlins
culvert-sprung
to where the people
of the big lake wintered
silent place
I try to hold it in crow memory
what was
what has settled
what has never been