Many wheels roll where once
sweet hooves had thundered;
Fumes now rise and choke, where once
   was buffalo dust.

The rains come now, but come as tears; no hope of growing
or returning that which has been taken.
   I have lost my way, and the ground just
    sighs beneath the foolish rolling wheels.

Why do you take by force what you could obtain by love?

Tell them how we loved all that was beautiful.
Have a vision not clouded by fear.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.

Solstice:

Solstice
the thunder remains in my belly
even when no one is watching
At first light of day
I have seen the sky-gate.

Drumming
I have sent a song through it
and feet which will stomp the earth
I have gathered myself and named myself
salt, corn
I have counted myself
tobacco
drum

sweetgrass a morning feast
feet

passed through invisible hands
fingers

sky-gate opens
I will press my belly to the earth

just a few feet away
and sing from there

two-lane highway
air-conditioned indifference
Tobacco Indian

magnificent oblivion
Natural Man Runs Down-wind

    
         
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