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so they can breathe through salt,
salmon smoltify. sunlight signals
the time to change. skins shimmer;
fins’ edges silver. the scent of home
imprints, becoming permanent,
before they swim to the future.
I shimmer sometimes, too.
my hair silvers; I learn to filter
without flinching. at the edge
of permanence and becoming, I
breathe deeply. home is the scent
of the river changing, and it’s time.