I wrote this poem around the beginning of summer. Enjoy!
Crazy Wild Dancers
by Tallis Raye
The flat of land is crazy.
Beads and powder,
Feathers or dirt,
And a dancer with wolves
Greets me
With appendages
And a kiss.
Crazy first kiss
With owl feathers and love.
We are wild dancers
and bad pictures
Because we move.
I love him
My grass dancer
And flower giver.
We won't ever stop
Moving to the rhythm.
Crazy wild Stampings.
Nothing is better then this
Grass and dust,
Fur and sweat,
Dancings on the wild land.
My wild dancer.
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