Walk

A dead umbrella

Carryout Styrofoam

Crow with orange in his beak

Blue wad of gum

Ferns drinking rain

Winds visiting from the north

A black squirrel who likes my singing

Crisp holly with red berries

A dead umbrella

More winds

Giants with roots into the earth and sky

I lean against them before turning in

My song returns from where it came







c Joy Harjo January 22, 12 Vancouver