For Jim Harrison

Secret

You found it in a rusted can of earth and worms
In a hollow birch tree along a foggy river…
In the wintered whisky breath of a Chippewa
Walking toward the oblivion of a white city….

In the eyes of a woman sitting in tall grass….

In the half blindness that allowed you to see further
It gave you words forged in motions not used  by common man….

Made of a crows wing it gave you flight
Made of a Bears tooth it gave you a singing in an undiminished voice….

Made of rain it gave you love….

In the windy light snows ….among the rusty dawns of desert
And sorrowed  plains….

The secret….

For Jim Harrison
28 March 2016

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