Spirit Wing
Crow flies by the window, his shadow tracing the pale yellow wall with a faint outline marking flight, calling for his spirit wing and passing
November 29, 2012
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Crow flies by the window, his shadow tracing the pale yellow wall with a faint outline marking flight, calling for his spirit wing and passing
When men from afar arrived on the broad river rain pushed them down, offended them in smoke filled lodges beneath strips of drying fish. They
Losing grip, not letting go, falling void yet holding chord woven in light to every mortal thing. Bend deeply not to break, supple flows, rigid
Land sloped up from a dry creek bed where tumble down buildings faded in the sun; beneath the willows a story imagined long before the