A POEM FOR JIM NAGATAAK'W (JAKWTEEN)
MY GRANDFATHER, BLIND AND NEARLY DEAF

	I was telling my grandfather about what was happening on the boat. My father and his brothers were trying to anchor against the wind and tide. I could smell him, especially his hair. It was a warm smell. I yelled as loud as I could, telling him what I saw. My face was wet from driving rain. I could see his long eyebrows, I could look at him and get really close. We both liked this. Getting close was his way of seeing. Nora Marks Dauenhauer
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