Monday, February 15, 2021

Fifty:

50

We live at the base of 

my spiritual mountain

Ononta’kahrhon.

We can see it

from miles around.

From downtown 

in the city or 

out in the fields.

We have a sense of place.

Near or far

no matter.

Where ever we roam

we look up 

and see home. 


Markle~

15February2021 

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