Spirits speak to me
Not by blood ancestry
But my flute still entices a
Park Ranger to bang on a
garbage can and sound resounded
Throughout the valley call and response
Their chain-saw almost disturbed
My moment but I was way gone
Pueblo Bonito imagining the people
Assembled for a ceremony
As a raven sits in the Kiva
Haunting me but then he sees
That I am only a ghost
(For Edward Abbey, RIP)
David Shodo Portolano
November 13, 2006
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