Pink sky’s medicine wheel,
forecasting taste to steal
the treasure marked by that X
If I could hitch a ride
by hawk-wing, fly beside
astral travelers, tempest
Aimed for that gold-tinged hoop,
the focused gilded loop
of precious foreverness.
"Medicine Wheel Clouds" by Em Jollie

#5 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.