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TESTIMONIAL

"This is a book, but something much beyond a book. It's a wonder. I especially like the little poems, but somehow of course the whole book is a poem."
- Ronald Goodman, Sinte Gleska Collage, Rosebud Sioux Reservation


SELECTED POEMS

Perhaps the crow is not a crow,
but a speck fallen
from the blackness of space.

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Perhaps the cicada is not a cicada
but the earth growing wings
to turn darkness into music.

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Moon in the meadow of night,
do you always bring back stars
from the other side of the dark

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The full moon gives birth to the brightest shadows.

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When I bow to my shadow
we knock heads
I'm awake.

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Wilted flowers of memory
float on the light of dawn in the marsh,
beyond the forest music rings in the sea.

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Out of thousands in the sea,
one small shell coils in my hand,
mirroring its curves.

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The earth whispers to the Cottonwood,
"Grow, grow."
Deep inside her he finds an ocean.

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The ocean carries stories to the shore.
When she arrives the grains of sand
open their eyes and sing.

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The rain grieves for his cloud.
He surrendered the ability to fly
to touch the earth.

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Why does solitude need so many companions?
Is the sun complaining or the moon?
Shouldn't mirrors be content with their own face?

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Does a wounded evergreen bleed cranberries?
Does a hibiscus cry red tears?
Will the cardinals ever forgive our lack of feathers?

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Long after the cardinal stops singing
the song travels from flower to flower
searching for the flavor of red.

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To be pencil filled with syrup
feeding white leaves
the pollen of your sweetness.


PURCHASING

WHITE LEAVES is available for purchase for $15 through The Center for Book Arts shop, Birchbark Books or through me.