red salmon ending…

oh, lady of the lake, i…

another poem, a work in progress… marking another ending… of sorts…

red salmon ending

oh lady of the lake
i had no idea
you held 
migrational return
of the dear wise
salmon red
running
who 
now
lay beyond
my feet
hanging
poised
at the dock’s 
ragged edge
gasping
gulping
last breaths
hopeful
i hold a
light i
thought
was mine
only to 
discern and
deeply know
duty to
breathe through
old stone into
dropping flaring fire
back to where
it truly belongs
to trust
understand
my own glow
to stoke 
sizzling bright
it
is
done.

—weaver © 2024
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