MESA

This night
in cold moonlight
earth rises up
clouds float down
ghosts walk the margin.
Old ones sing
          now shall be then
older ones still sing
          then shall be once
to wolf and coyote.

This season of north winds
suns heat barren
spirits rise up
dreams descend
man lies interspersed.
Women sing
          we are bearers
men sing
          we are sowers.

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