Friday, November 16, 2012

In the Flight of the Blue Heron By Anita Endrezze Probst




we held the moon between us,
we carried the sun on our backs,
and tied the reeds into boats.
We burned the cities and left them behind,
In the plight of the blue heron,
we moved forward without you
and Tamoanchan starved
like a baby.

OMEA...
NCHO....

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