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Lost Creek Falls
Lost Creek Falls
by Naomi Cochran
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First of all, you may miss the sign. TRAIL DRIVE. Pay attention.
My sister knows this country, the feel of footprints pressed in roots before our time. She knows us and brings me here.
The wild creek of our childhood flows through our veins, rushes downhill toward the Lost and the wet tongue of the forest.
The lip of the Falls is a wide grin carved in stone, an open mouth spewing shattered crystal, the curtain-rod of Oz.
We step behind the veil, soak in the mist of this spring-fed sprite, tickle her feet as she wiggles past through the land of Bell.
Tinkling toward the open bog of sweet gale, cat-tail, cotton grass and sedge she finds her two Lost sisters, swirls in the waters of Siskiwit Bay.
River by Peggy Trojan
Stay on the river now, it will lead you to the sea. Someday I will meet you there with all those we have loved.
Listen, can you hear? The river is singing.
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