Drum Circle

Bone rattle, blood rises, spirits stretch
Buffalo Woman and Grandmother Spider
dance to the tune of rain, of pain, of tilling
fertile unconscious, fluted remembrances
tears come first, then lilting laughter
memories run deep and ancestors are thick
in the space where we pound, shake, sing.

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