Natural streets paved with great plains,
prairies, grasses and forests,
corridors, paths and swaths

Riding with Thunder
big booming manifestation of Great Spirit,
one body, all motion, pummeling consensual direction
muscle slathering in liquidity of motion
knowing energy, knowing nostrils,
snorting breaths

And those who are aloft–
they touch down on islands, corridors, too
generous splatterings of flowering, fruiting food
milkweed for their brood

Horses, pronghorn, buffalo, deer and brethren
echoed in the storytellings of shaman societies
not just their thing, but can be ours, too

~ Lady

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