Dynamic Indians


Dimensional denim Indian
dress. Pine tree
crown's hawk calling
to the mountains.
Sun low in
the sky above
waters of reflection,
holding stars above
in its grip.
Purple, blue and
pure white. Our
imagination letting the
sun simply disappear
into night, where
atmospheric turbulence has
its place, warm
underfoot and charged
with electricity.

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