Indian Sorrow

Indian Sorrow (Randyjw; June 17, 2016)

The birch-peeled bark in soft white curls

The midden-mound

In sacred space an old place found

Attempts the sluice through stern-driven oar

The rapids edge, the foamy churl

The boat pulled onto shore

An acorn grown to mighty oak

the whispering of the kindled brook

Danced on leaf and skipped on trail

the ember died

And light grew stale



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