Standing Bear

A poem from the collection On Driftwood and Oblivion

Niobrara ripples, defying time’s march
Through endless drops in clouds of gray
Learned hunts on wings of restless eagles
Did those dust worn skins have no say?
Standing Bear is a person is he not?

Fire danced heartbeats upon dying embers
What say a child of the broken arrowed land?
Blue green rainbows, shapeless autumn eyes
Debate no more, where do you now stand?
Standing Bear is a person is he not?

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