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( Inspired by Listening to Coyote Oldman)
A long haired boy
runs to see what's rushing
behind the trees.
He finds a river
washing the sky
over round and polished rocks.
He thinks of his father's shirt,
his mother's shawl,
his sister's jacket
bleeding into water --
varied shades of blue
from fish scale
to prairie blossom.
The fabric's dye
becomes the plasma
of kinship flowing
strong and loyal
toward the mountains.
This music haunts him;
he will never forget.
II
A long haired man
stands on the hill
playing a flute.
His song tells
of simple things that matter:
stones and clouds
sky and water
what has gone
and what comes back --
wind carrying seeds,
ancestors wearing
settler's cotton.
III
Summer breathes through his bones
as he breathes
through the graceful wood.
A golden hawk
skims the fir trees
and he glides in tune
with the bird's rhythm.
A few feathers fall --
embers
mingling with the musk of pines,
the sound of being.
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Note -- the background music is called "Tear Of The Moon" by Native American flutist, Coyote Oldman.
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