Part I
I remember quite a bit
even though some of the facts
are fading into Monet feelings.
Not so crisp as they once were
Water colours don’t suit
How I see.
I feel as though I used to be different.
But things don’t happen over night, no.
The changes were fun.
People coming to my tallest tree to trade.
The people I knew getting pots and beads
from the new people, just giving over a few furs.
And they would have fun and a spirit, a new spirit,
would descend
and it was different from anything we had ever felt.
And then I suppose on thing led to another.
Houses, dams, saloons, highways,
and here I am.
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