The
periwinkle bowl
Nests on
earth altar
Root crotch
of red cedar
Turquoise
light filters
Through lime
moss curtains
I am the
only person
In the
forest. Crow
Perches on
my right shoulder
Nuzzles my
cheek
With his
black head
I kneel and
blood drips
From my
heart suspended
Above the
bowl. I dip
My fingers
in the blood
And touch it
to my lips
Crow lifts
his beak
To my mouth
and drinks a kiss
I dip a moss
and wash
My face with
tears
Then climb
upon the wings
Of Crow and
fly
Into the
Center of the Earth
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