Don’t say too much – trust
instead from whence you come
to sing its own song, and listen
closely for what can’t be said
with words, for the timid
peering through the brush –
for the Canyon Wren’s call
falling eerily within us.
You are the native, be
generous, leave something
on the doorstep to keep
guns inside the house.
Don’t say too much – they
have bastardized the words,
weaned them early, turned
them out without a home.
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