(Winter day on the Trout Lake, © Ibrahim Honjo)
THE NARO
I come from the river Naro The tribe of Narensii We have been here longer Than even science is aware I will never return to the river Naro My beloved is from the Grand River In the river Naro Barefoot girls do not wash clothes Beardless boys do not row in canoes My Naro has been intersected I will never return to the river Naro Her name has been changed From the river Naro cold fogs are misting Both she and I were tricked The waters of the river Naro are flowing through my veins Her amazingly green waters My Naro has been intersected Never mind – her waters I hope They are never made turbid I am from the river Naro And she is a part of me I will never return Because my beloved is from the Grand River She and I have been there from time immemorial Ibrahim Honjo
(Sunset on the Trout Lake, © Ibrahim Honjo)
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