pinion
juniper
our cousin- copal

the bead between my teethe

we are smoke on the dried river
tins cans there now
huff town u.s.a
a shame
a hidden something
tossed warrior

a go away girl
a not so long girl
a there, not there girl

interstate 8 drives us straight into the pacific
118° delirious heat
our hair is on fire in my old Ford pickup
saguaro cactus, Grandfather
can i stay?
sleep in your purple world
do i have to go?

juniper carrying boy
blue water boy
smiling too much boy

comes along for the ride
to fall in
to fall out of love

be the jackrabbit
be the small fox
your corn pollen has washed away the shadow ones
i am sure of it

feel Good
feel God

listen

who knows you

when there is sand in the river

 

calamus

osha

paccoon

 

calls us back home

going going

 

we are the hidden streams