Pink sky’s medicine wheel,forecasting taste to stealthe treasure marked by that X
If I could hitch a rideby hawk-wing, fly besideastral travelers, tempest
Aimed for that gold-tinged hoop,the focused gilded loopof precious foreverness.
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"Medicine Wheel Clouds" by Em Jollie |
#5 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.