This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .
6/9/07
Duck Poem Without Words
Last night before sundown, as I drive into the shopping center, three mallard ducks sitting on the clipped cushion of grass in front of McDonald's, watching the human show.
Thank you! Just discovered your web log.
ReplyDelete'tis the season of the duck....the sweet things are everywhere! love you blog and your voice! keep on!
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