for Hector
One day,
they built their hut
on a flat plain of rock
along the winding banks
of the river sky.
Only the dried out husks
of their children's children
remained.
Elsewhere, the descendents
of their distant relatives
discovered traces of their imprints
and at night,
around a bonfire
they sung their story
up into the tumbling sparks
of the stars.
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