A dead umbrella
Carryout Styrofoam
Crow with orange in his beak
Blue wad of gum
Ferns drinking rain
Winds visiting from the north
A black squirrel who likes my singing
Crisp holly with red berries
A dead umbrella
More winds
Giants with roots into the earth and sky
I lean against them before turning in
My song returns from where it came
c Joy Harjo January 22, 12 Vancouver, BC
1 comment:
Thank you for your devotion to presence and awareness this day. I am grateful for you, Joy!
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