i was fortunate to spend some time in Otter Bay

writing

and dyeing with local plants

 

otter

 

madonna madrona stands silently on the side of the hill

eyes closed

ever so slowly

peeling off her red red skin

skirts falling to the ground in shreds

that arrange themselves in a secret alphabet

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twice a day

the tide slips in for a private view

out in the bay

the otter swims in long circles

unperturbed