Tuesday, April 03, 2007

"Rez Dreams" watercolor journaling

He sees horses in the clouds
that stretch to the horizon,
they gallop off to the reservation
where the water runs clean and the air is pure,
where food is free and he feeds himself from the land,
where his prayers can be heard by the Creator,
not drowned out by the noise of traffic,
or sirens of the ambulance scraping the wounded
out of urine soaked alleys.



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