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Solstice

Vancouver, 2021.12.22

What else did they whisper

on the silk roads from China

with ivory from the south

on camels of frankincense and myrrh?

Do you feel the burn

on the plains of Pax Augusta

with smoke in temples rising,

three wise kings from the east?

And water soaks the land

through the fleeting edge of empire,

the shields of blind men soaring,

blazing like wildfire.

So here again we meet

in the holy land of the Anishinaabe;

the host within the host

glowing the winter solstice.

It’s the final frontier;

nowhere else to go.

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