Leslie Kavanagh-I

Indian Indigo

 

 

Indian indigo skies shrouding shoulders

In the expansive

In the place where the tribes gathered

So long ago.

Now only the wind coalesces

Coming and going

Just as easily as the divinations themselves.

Every man thinks he will live forever

But the ruins on the ridge

Attest otherwise

Yet the sun still shines on the plains

The graves of my forefathers.

 

 

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