Saturday, May 11, 2013

Amber Light

plumbing the depths, ancient treasure
mysterious fragments with
unknown uses, etchings in an
unknown language

Familiar Strangers

clam shell midden sits
two feet below my feet
tribal fires light
faces fresh from feasting

stories are shared

and the owl flies
then, as now,
silent and large over
dark canyon waters

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