Regarding Rising Hands Girl
She weaves brilliant lattice reeds
as clouds yawn precocious,
fumbling over themselves for a glance
of Great Spirit patterned by tiny hands.
As clouds yawn precocious
her origin entwines with myth
of Great Spirit patterned by tiny hands,
embossed only with Tsalagi soil.
Her origin entwines with myth
and other children covet, envy her wicker magic
embossed only with Tsalagi soil
of buffalo morning landscapes there.
And other di-ni-yo-tli covet, envy her wicker magic,
fumbling over themselves for a glance
of buffalo morning landscapes there
she weaves brilliant lattice reeds.
Copyright © Melissa Schwartz | Year Posted 2005
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