When we visited the Hopis
They were already dancing and singing
Casting their bodies off
Into the warmth and light of space
Using the old movements
And the first poems sung
To make a healing substance
For the earth all the way
Home in the car we listened
For the answer that would come
As when a bird stops singing
And sits and waits
For what the stars in heaven
Might offer in return
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