ROCK AND BONE

 

 

A stirring in the canyon,
golden filaments of grass
parting for a pagan tribe

just before rain, skulking
corners in my brain
the light has seldom seen—

that wild connection
of throwback senses
that once meant something.

Yet I claim totems
and hang fetishes of rock
and bone while waiting.

 

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