pungent
sage smoke
waved
by dead bird feathers
over
brightly clad war dancers
fancy
dancers
warning
evil spirits not to tread
left
over native americans
intending
to hold onto whatever
ancestry
we haven’t trampled on
or
stripped them of
ceremoniously
backing out of sacred circles
honoring
mother earth
with
hands raised
just
giving us just a taste of
what
we could have saved
Sandra
L. Hazley
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