Innot Hot Springs
Crossing the bridge at dusk
when I first hear it.
Lying back in the creek
hands knees belly protruding
steam lifting from water
a full-throated chant builds
from a portly brown body
head thrown back
A - oo wee aah ohh ...
Native American perhaps
or Maori. A sound
of total acceptance.
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11.8.16
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