which
got me thinking
about
taking the next train
westbound
changing
over to a bus going north
and
then west again
past
the sunflower fields
waiting
for the hope of new seed
the
land of the lakota
revered
beyond any greasy thumb
of
colonials
when
the many stories are told
it
will be clear
what
the original protectors
had
in mind
no
one can deny which side
of
a free river you belong on
the
high grass knows how
to
stand upright
leave
enough for the generations
to
come
learn
how to walk before running
mingle
with the elk & bison & mustangs
like
an ancient herder
for
all passed & living souls
the
rain may stop
before
tonight's resting place
when
it comes down to finding shelter
look
to the mountains
carry
what you have learned
to
the altar
--- e b bortz
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