Nature

When the glacier finally melted, the last of the green turned yellow and brown and the dry season came like an omen. Its white-blue ice had given water to all thirteen communities of Quispillaccta in Peru and, to women and men wise enough to receive them, messages: Plant here; plant that.

Early mystery,
out of what century

I wore the face of the animal to lure the animal into shooting range.

This was symmetry. 

    shortened are the number of times 
I will speak to my father alive
 the days I can just goof off and no one cares