Periwinkles And Doeskin Moccasins
D Denis Mair
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(for James Koehnline's mandala posted Sept 7th)
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Corn flower and periwinkle spread into the air to make twilight.
A doe's brain rubbed into a doe's hide tans a girl's moccasins pale gray.
Some hours immerse her hands in patient, loving handiwork;
some moments let her glimpse the horizon's hue at dawn.
Some music makes the colors of those moments dance in a wheel,
only by grace of fascination stored up by the maker.
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