The land will always bring you back
the promise is in the dirt and ashes
thinking about what it would mean
to a generation to unite "progress"
with the earth or
bury it within
Hold that promise close to your heart for
it is a sure thing.
A pine forest filled with electricity
defying wiring and safe passage
to a Mohican in a steel canoe
let me suffer this course too long
Meanwhile the desert waits
under a storm cloud.
The land will bear us again
for the first time as our mothers did
but until then I will keep
my mouth open
and bury hatchets
in favor of ropes
keep my maps
secret.
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