Sunday, February 05, 2006

from a Paiute winter song

Loud are the thunder drums
in the tents of the mountains.
Oh, long, long
have we eaten chia seeds
and dried deer's flesh of the summer killing.
We are tired of our huts
and the smoky smell of our clothing.

We are sick with the desire for the sun
and the grass on the mountain.

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