Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, November 24, 2012
I am memory alive
not just a name
But an intricate part
of this web of motion,
meaning: earth, sky, stars circling
my heart
centrifugal.
—Joy Harjo
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