at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
to the edge of the reservation—to Cataldo Mission
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
what makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain
I stole a mule from Anthony—I helped Anne up upon it
and we rode to Coeur d'Alene—through Harrison and Wallace
they were blasting out the tunnels—making way for the light of learning
when Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train
it's my home—last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing