SO MUCH NEWS IN YOUR
NOVEMBER FOOT HILLS POEM,
--for Jim Hanlen
Tocayo—Mention corn tassels
and Navajo Medicine Bundles
blossom Blessingway. Rain here
washes snowfall into the Yakima,
it’s 72 degrees in town three
weeks before solstice. Did
that squeaking back gate freeze?
Chessmen you put on that postcard--
Queen and Bishop appear bitching at the King.
the Knight getting intimate with the pawn.
Nanapush, Ojibwe elder in Erdrich’s
Little No Horse distracts the priest, asking
Who are you? only to finish the match:
Ginitum, he says, It’s over, while dreaming
passes in the mail without detection.
Corn tassels woven into dinner mats
make me weep while Karen says grace.
Jim
1 December 2021
the grace is in making the corn tassels mats
ReplyDeleteGod made the corn tassels. Grace is spooned up by the poet.
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