Blogit > Poetry: Gravely Poetic: Pa-ho-ja

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Pa-ho-ja

My sorrow runs deep Metaphorical quicksand Moving through my body Preparing me for burial In the roots, my blood One-sixteenth indigenous Three sisters of life Grown upon the earth Bark huts in the summer Woven cattail leaves For winter lodges, Ita-hos The language of my ancestors Traces of French... Sign in to see full entry.

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