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Anchorage Meeting

The first time I went to Anchorage
I met Nikki Paulson.

Alaska Melting

Dark place in our heart.

The air, land and people.

Some are dead and gone.

Roots

We're bound to the earth.

Drawing what we need to live.

Roots that frost can't touch.

January Love

January loves me.

With wild cat consequences

we trust.

Endeavor to change

through wisdom has brought it home.

Capricorn Moon

The ocean rolls

and surf releases.

Waves wash in warm kisses.

When I saw her 

we knew each other.

I'm her mother, 

I love her

and her brother.

Family don't hide from the sun.

We grow and live 

in time forever.

Connected on this beach

whole whales breach.

Getting notions of flight,

sight and light.

Ocean rolls

and surf releases.

Waves wash in gentle kisses.