Sunday, October 31, 2010

Dia de Los Muertes













Poets and peacemakers
along the way
before me, behind me -
me in between.

No better than any, nor worse -
simply walking, begging
Your pardon for the curses,
Your indulgence for the slips.

In Your continuum I tread -
the lines, etched into my palm -
stepping with the pulse
echoing since dawn.

We will carry it through
round and round again,
generation upon generation,
until the dreaming is done.

Barbara Butler McCoy

[[Photo: Barbara Butler McCoy;
Bee foraging for pollen; zoo,
Columbia, SC; September 2008]]

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