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Old Man of Walpi

Old Man of Walpi

Windblown sand smile
Is a night-blooming cereus    
That gathers ancient ghosts  
In circle of slow fire melody  
Whose embers smoke heaven  
Like fine tobacco
In his inner peace pipe
That glows with the fire of dust
Of ashen piles in the gold of love
Whose gourd rattles
With seeds to be planted
In rows where the dark earth
Gathers her skirts to dance
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