one by one
deer cross the highway,
moon in every eye
medicine wheels--
through damp spring fog,
cairns of rough field stone
frost on the window--
the day watcher's lookout
somewhere in the trees
Agency Village--
the eagle returns in daylight
to inspect an old kill
hazy morning--
hungry sparrows in and out
an open door
lean times--
crows worrying
road kill
BIA 701--
country-western and native songs
through static on the radio
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2 comments:
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edited June 18, 2017
same same July 26, 2018
Man, if you'd only seen what I seen.
Or maybe not.
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