From Prayer To the Thunder God
Thunder in the morning I complain
Summer's even
Hoeing in the rain I soon quit the field. . .
Freedom,
The spring at the one tree
From which we drank
Sweat pouring off us
In the grasshopper blur of Midsummer
The lightning dances in my eyes
The thunder rattles in my ears,
O Great Spirit
To be,to be
Freefalling and free
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