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cody
October 2009 
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Posted on Jul 9th, 2007
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davie
davie
falling-tree, the young ojibwe, kayaks
down the mississippi towards the great water.
wider and wider grows the river until
thick fog obscures the banks.
he could turn for shore on either side, following
the calls of lands creatures,
but laughing waves draw him further.
when he reaches the ocean, he asks a question
and rolls his kayak over,
sinking
down the mississippi towards the great water.
wider and wider grows the river until
thick fog obscures the banks.
he could turn for shore on either side, following
the calls of lands creatures,
but laughing waves draw him further.
when he reaches the ocean, he asks a question
and rolls his kayak over,
sinking
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I don't comment on all your poems, but I do read them all. Keep them coming.
“a young ojibwe called falling-tree kayaked” great first line. Wonderful music.
Donny
fantastic!
oh my. this is something else. thank you.