EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: bringing our favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Submitted by Ronald E. Shields
A black bear rears up,
ponders the long ripple in the grass beyond,
the space of its wake in the grass behind.
A cold hard lamp comes on over the prairie.
Its echo shines through a window miles away.
The Lakota woman hands me a book
our fingers touch,
the footsteps of a thousand generations
pass beneath our feet.
Photo credit: Late Afternoon Prairie – Carlynne Hershberger
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