Leaves are learning the Sun Dance
they hang from the thin blue sky
and sing to the wind
Cars do not learn the Sun Dance
they walk in straight lines
they square the circle
This shadow stands atop the rocks
this shadow is cedar smoke, cleansing;
this shadow would learn the Sun Dance
Last weeks in July, clouds
tossed away by ancient prayers,
the heart beats with the Sun Dance
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