to become
unbreakable.
My shoulder
blades shake
when I think of
white windmills,
sailing stiff
on purpose.
How do I spin
strongly through
the wind and
still stay soft?
two feet from my father
and ask him where
his heart belongs.
With two free hands
he embraces the wind,
breathes in with closed eyes
and
Last week I travelled to Montana for opening weekend of hunting season. The wild sage on our hunting grounds extends to the far reaches of our land, and it's smell welcomes me home every time. This latest return to my homeland inspired me to change the name of the art I've so lovingly created.
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