The flood came for the Navaho
and wouldn't you know,
because of desire.
Masturbation with corncobs
and antelope livers with
well placed mouths.
The knowers knew storms were brewing.
Black Crow to the east - finding black storms
Magpie to the south - ocean blue storms, he said.
Hummingbird to the west, yellow storms, bright like midday
and to the north, a dove cooing of a white storm.
"Let all breathing creatures
retreat to the womb of the Earth."
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