Where you like to hang out
In the shade by the sea
Or by the long creek that flows to it
Through the cedars of your dreams
Where you are made humble and contrite
Where you have built three shrines
One to the wind one to the moon
And one to the roaring sun
Where your childhood vows are buried
With a few chipped arrowheads
And a ruby bead
In that dark corner of your mind
Where it seems
A light still shines
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