Get the rocks in the box. Get the water right down to your socks. This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones. . We all do what we can. We endure our fellow man.
Big mountain, wide river. There's an ancient pull. These tree trunks, these stream beds. Leave our bellies full. . They sing out:. I am going to stand my ground.
This is the story of your red right ankle. And how it came to meet your leg. And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled. And how the skin was softly shed.