everywhere i go

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the kite people are out again, surfing on the waves

they come each year when no one's here

to catch the wind's billow and cave

i watch a bird with wings of dirt cry out to the sound

he's standing near without a fear

just looking to be found

as he flies away i wounder who he could be looking for

he lands again as if to defend

he barren, empty shore

no one fishes in these waters now, no one trains the hawks

no one searches well the crabs and shells

hidden in between the rocks

is he searching for the ones that used to dam the oysters in?

whose feet would fall and return the call,

step in step like kin?

this water runs thicker every day as keepers and lovers pass away

i draw in the sand and live on this land

where paugussett bones lay