Search the highway
For a pox stone-
Basalt of great volcanoes.
Carve a sigil there and
Wait for starlight guiding
To where reptiles swam
And nibbled feathers
Off wet archosaur.
Bury your token;
And when someone
Summons rains enough
To fill the land again,
You will see your feather Goddess
As she's been a thousand years.
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