A Paiute Woman's Dim Memory

Today my palms are spirits
as my fingers seek the cups
of matate hollows in the granite,

worn by

Her eyes are beautiful like jewels,
but hot enough to burn.
Her lips or soft and sweet like honey,
but contain a double edged

Written Divinity

Liberating
Inspiration.
Evaluating-
my relation with the woman who writes.
Laughing voice her…
Pen most

SONG OF THE GODDESS

"Spring free"

She whispered

Her hands were fast

I could not see them

But I heard the notes

Inseparable

Tha t

Eris strife, and spite, and sister 

Brother's loyal devoted friend 

Sows the golden seeds of discord

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