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