Friday, August 5, 2016

I heard the medicine man say "We will smoke, so that there will be no lies between us"


Adorning a cliff
Dancing in feathers
More than alive

His spirit spills
About the rocks
Red clay Earth 
A mountain’s length
Beneath him
The color of descent
Catching hinted shadows 
Of his winged colleagues
Conversing w/ sky

More than alive,


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