Snow filling ravens tracks
Near a fence row
Where the wind fell down….
Dripping wax inside the rain
Something weeping inside this wall
Silence and memory aching here….
In a winter wind storm near the woodshed
On a piece of wood where
Old ones passed….
Ghosted dreams fall out of our dreamtime
to sit among us….
Lance Henson is an ex-marine, a Cheyenne Dog Soldier. He has fifty-one books of poetry published and translated into more than twenty languages. He lives with his wife in Bologna, Italy. See Lance in issues One and Fourteen. WEB