Ribeira from Sugarbones by Ghost of Katama

it rained for 27 days without pause
and then it stopped
I made my way down to the river
and this is what I saw
the banks were swollen
the currents were swift
I had to swim to reach the tree
under which we shared our first kiss
and climbing into it
I found the city I thought I knew
born anew

let the grass grow up through your toes
turn your face to the sun
like the flower you are
it's not all roses, but then that would be a bore
there's another storm coming soon
but this one is over

what's grown in the sea
in fields plowed by a whale
harvest thrown upon the coast like a lifeline
sunlit masses turn their faces to the west
sky broke open
I smelled gasoline in the sweetgrass
when the sun sets on Menemsha,
blues come rolling in
weathered hands no sleeping in
fisherman comes in just to go out again

let the grass grow up through your toes
turn your face to the sun
like the flower you are
it's not all roses, but then that would be a bore
there's another storm coming soon
but this one is over

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