red, blue, green, yellow and white
worn by peace, gentle wind and the bluest sky
in the middle of nowhere
four things to hear
small feet skipping over earth
new grass meeting their new grass neighbors, pushed together by gusts
just the three of us, alone
with 1000 buddhas
glitter, gold, pearls, flowers
jewels, coins, crystals, stones
a little girl’s dream come true: there for the taking
a little girl’s tough lesson: not ours to take
is buddha a person?
are the bears awake around here?
do you believe in god?
is it summer yet?
walking in circles
new perspective every round
the drive home, bright and inquisitive
over hills, through the reservation
mountains impossibly sharp and snowy and glorious
car warm, engine hum, car seats snapped
the drive home, secure and asleep
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