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Under the moon when the chokecherries are ripe
The green growing ones & the winged
shared their songs with me
Sprouting prayers ascending up
beyond the stars, past the falling blessing
i caught mid-flight
Under the moon when the chokecherries are ripe
I can feel the spirits urging me to inipi
because they know I’m not alright
Under the moon when the chokecherries
are ripe
I day dream of Wovoka’s dream on the
rolling prairies behind my eyes
Where sky meets plight
Now the changing Moon
is shaking the leaves
But the finches still cleanse and sing
in the water offering
& the dragonfly round dances with me
As the winds of Grandmother Earth
slowly turn cold my heart aches
For my friends are going away
But when the chokecherries are ripe again i won’t be late
Under the moon when the chokecherries
are ripe
Primordial equilibrium
Sentimental frequencies
Back against a tree because I don’t have a pipe
Under the moon when the chokecherries are ripe