wind combs my hair
and waters my eyesparched prairie grass crunches
beneath my feetto stop, to stand and stare
above this giant geological trenchthis valley so deep, ears crack on descent
(and ascent too)cacti flourish
foxtails sway and bendabove, the sky, so blue
the summer sun so brightsweat beads, sweat seeps and leaks
from beneath my hat as I gaze towardsa valley carved by ice flow, wind and water
(14,000 years ago)tipi rings
the artifacts remainnatural buffalo pounds
bleached bones surface and shine15 poles, four seasons, and four winds
ancient peoples, prescient voicesthis valley calls us to remember, protect
(and so honour)these lands
these couleesbaked dust falls
my hands are dirtyI'm guilty, complicit, yet temporary;
we only rent this land but brieflythis valley remains innocent and eternal
(forever sacred)~ gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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