From the
west,the heart speaks,
its voice
changing
on the journey
east through desert
into sand and
bone.When it finds
a river swims,
drinks, purifies
it's
vision-
confesses
its afflictions
to the
faithful salmon,
hunting bear and
black-tipped
cedar cones, then
thunderstorm,
the
nervous deer,
the waving fields of corn
recognize the accent
of its origon, its slow
and
burning song.
Whose ear abandons
innocence; what leaf
yields and falls
half-mourning,
what home prepares
it's entryways, its rooms
for
the returningof the prodigal?
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