-Annie at the Wampanoag Reservation / An early portrait of my mother-

               she stands at the edge of a brook for the snapshot's sake.
               the place is the woodland of the once great Wampanoag nation

               at the Narrows, the glacial waters of the deep, twin Watuppa.

               

               sure, she's mindful of falling into the babbling brook;
               we see it in her eyes.
               she knows the brook's shallows won’t drown her life away,

               but her snazzy new jacket would be soaked to the skin.

               she knows the water will drench and blanch her oxblood & whites.

               she stands at the edge of a brook for the snapshot's sake ––

               a "battle-feather" gift from the "Wampanoag Souvenir Shoppe"
               has been placed in her hair.