Hotamitaneo
dog soldier leader
did you ride backwards?
leashed, tethered to honor
Yellow Hair crouching
dead horses branded like him
to die bones in a circle
that circle
By Phil Specht
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
1 comment:
♥ That's beautiful, Phil. Thank-you. ♥
Did you see the news that Canada's Prime Minister apologised to the indigenous tribes yesterday?
We could really take notes.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/11/AR2008061100419.html?hpid=moreheadlines
Thanks too for the candles for Ally, folks!
puddle ♡
Thankful ♡
Susan ♡
seashell ♡
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