between startle and stare
in a shadowed waltz
the way you didn't tell me
you never learned to dance
I am lost
mewling in my sleep
as hungry mists
purr and weave around the ankles
of my scratched dreams
mistral winds
strum tattered rushes
in our redemption's marsh
red-winged blackbirds sing
the threnody of air
curled
into a comma
she hides
inside fear's cave
while they rage on
he gasps
at the ragged scars
upon my back
remnants of that night
they tore off my broken wings
Bannock Point
offerings
on sacred stones
petroforms
scarred with lichen
we listen to the chanting wind
tobacco bundles
tied to jackpine bones
prayer fragments
hanging deliverance
in the altar of air
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