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Random Poem:

17th Annual Ancestor Walk at Bolsa Chica

Some come in moccasins and fringe,
some with shirts proclaiming their tribe,
but most are in jeans and t-shirts.
The day is blisteringly hot.
When we get to the Mesa,
an elder offers tobacco from a red pouch
then the grandmothers sing songs
to the ancestors, asking forgiveness
for not doing more to keep developers
from disturbing their bones.
We face East, then North toward
the sacred Pine tree on the Bluff,
listen to the old stories
while a young woman with
elegant tattooes prays over us,
saging us with sweet, cleansing  smoke.
I ask a stranger, "What do we do
with this tobacco?"
"Give it as a gift to Mother Earth,"
he whispers.
I watch and learn.
Some people throw it to Mother Sky,
others leave it hidden under a plant
for Mother Earth.
Humbled and content, I follow the group
back to our starting point,
wishing I was close enough to hear
the Hummingbird Song, listening instead
to young women behind me
speaking teen-aged wisdom.
"Stop complaining, it isn't adventure
without suffering!"
I grin and take that statement home,
wishing I had pretty shells
to make into necklaces,
put into their hands.

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