Five days wandering, the medicine road
he was traveling further

each day new morning, along blue rivers and walking mountains
beaver damn broken

with last monarda flowers singing in a meadow, taste of spring in October

you were there now you remember

stellar jays to their death on a crown of yucca thorns

offering feathers for songs

Merciful Jesus and Mary dance

this the reason to birth
aspen to yellow,
to see the leaves move,
know the wind blows.
apart from this all windows open

the deer were eating buck brush,

 ceanothus berries and hedioma

clouds were only there to remind

the blue sky always open

each day a story looking for a song,

Ceanothus fendleri

wind blowing dreams of clouds

i had to tell you something

30 years listening for a song

you too foolish to remember

now is the time you were waiting for