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People ways

People ways

How the sun must rise

red stone step

places to pray between rock and shadow

holy in our movement

we hear the faint sound

shut our eyes and keep our mind open

to boys who come from all directions

by the sound of their young voices

from the mountains they had come to sing

their oval mouths blossoming like spring.

What is at stake

taking in where you live or

living where it takes you as

traveling

opens your mind,

like seasons,

and touching nature.

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