Tether Me
Her roadside creek is a trigram of
Vanishing duck feet,
Perhaps she is gazing at a soy ritual candle and an oracle deck;
Her weavings find their way
Into sweetgrass words, roaring rivers,
Restless snowflakes.
A vulnerable rare eagle sits on the mud in Atlantic Canada;
Same as my untethered albino heart,
It is a recycled butterfly.
I remember the dreamer and how every tree is an altar to her;
My wounded whiteness, my rabbit fur bristling with emerald rain:
It all has vanished into ruby reds, yellows and purples.
The nights are getting longer,
The Feather Keeper sings to blue beads and fall leaves.
published in Last Stanza Poetry Journal
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