Thursday, January 29, 2009
Mutation
Painting by Howard Terpning
Mutation
Here is mutation,
I listen and do not hear
the withering words,
language sifted in the leaves
becomes the long breath
of the elder, creeping bear,
whose breath is woven
among branches and dissolves
without processing
into the far rush of the rain.
N. Scott Momaday 2008
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