I pray
there is a place
beyond pain
where we will rise
in purity
above the cedars.
look down
our hearts have claimed
a rock ledge
to escape the rain,
a cathedral
among ancient pines.
stories
your grandma told
of a past
when buffalo roamed —
we were there
using different names.
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