my thunder fists:
this man was birthed by fire
a woman from water that falls from dark clouds
is it together that
they storm through
reject:
spider woman stole
and raised four corn children
under the purple canyon
our resolve, our journey:
ended at the foot of the red fox
an empty turtle shell
and the heart of a buffalo beating
in our naked hands
drums:
the hurt of a loon on clean water
echoing through our footsteps
the bear leaves no fish for us
on the shore is bird and fox
they linger together
the fox knows fire
the bird knows water
we are hungry
but we are not foolish
2 comments:
Katy. I like the last two. I like the last one especially.
i like these. short poems are always fun to read. sometimes long poems bore me. for example: i had to force myself to read 'the waste land.'
also: you go to amherst right? do you know peter gizzie? he read here last night and i think he said he teaches there.
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