Running Deer – by Burl Whitman

July 26, 2017

A total eclipse of the Sun will pass through Oregon next month. What did our ancestors think when the Sun vanished and the darkness came? Was this the end of their world? The end of love? A poem, Running Deer, from Burl Whitman dedicated to his wife, who is part Native American …

Running Deer

a moon-dark sun
ringed in Indian light
peace pipe direct

wild huckleberries
chiaroscuro necklaces
made from the seeds of days
you thread together

to remind us
of where we and love
come from

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One Response to “Running Deer – by Burl Whitman”

  1. burlwhitman said

    Thanks for the re-post, Alan. Glad you liked the poem.

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