Nourish

Elan Mudrow

Elan Mudrow

Spirit Lake by Elan

Bits of straw, loose grain

Scattered on harvest floor.

Gleaned after tough rain

Of the native moon

Left nothing but tussled turf, and…..

Remnants of our hunger.

Those bones, crop stalks

Will bleach in encroaching,

Inedible sunlight,

Who comes

As either life or locust

Out of whose fever we shape

With thread and sticks, dream catchers

Symbols of the new planting season

Feared lost in the weather

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