FM

 

   Every morning we drove into the Res, my little FM radio with the broken antenna would faintly pick up the signal from KXSW.
 

   The nearer we would draw, the stronger became the beating of the drum as deer stood, shoulder to shoulder, lining the road like some pensive gauntlet, the moon in every eye.

   

Agency Village--
    the eagle returns in daylight
     to inspect an old kill

kxsw ~ yotsumono

KXSW* --
agencies and native tongues

connect in live streams

above this rag-tag village

eagles stay a constant course

the 'best in the west'

hop on board that yellow bus

certain of a win

once the creek fills up with fish

there'll be circles 'round the drum

*KXSW is best heard near dawn on a weekday morning, US central standard time; it will offer your spirit power

 

 

little village

 

 

this time every year

a little village springs up --

ice on the St. Croix

 

 

 

 

white tail

... almost to our destination down BIA 701,  we stopped to let a hundred deer cross the high way, one by one, just as the drum swelled on the reservation radio.
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snowbound highways
lined with deer,
the moon in every eye




here's the verse John Carley and
Sandra Simpson had a hand in

Agency Village

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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