Ravine camp with crates arranged in a half moon
I saw the satyr eyelashes and forearm chalk
and gold rings through his nostrils so I asked
Did you travel here from the swamp village
because I stayed there once, in the wooden houses
your people built above the mire.
I also recognized the cloth of his scarf
the purple and orange yarn I saw knotted
on scrub oak and bayonet cactus in the foothills.
They traveled when the snow melted and the grass
was not yet folded by sleeping deer.