Spring Reflection
Eight Wigwams stand
their branches woven tight
around windows and doors.
Behind them tall trees,
their ancestors, watch over them
swaying and singing and rustling
To the left in the shadows
a tall ominous tree,
droops and sags and glares
A river of sidewalk
separates these features.
small ant-like people walk on water
talking and laughing and smiling
I learn from these wigwams
how to stand tall and firm
and count on the support of my ancestors
when there's darkness and shadows.
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