by Joy Harjo
a woman can’t survive
by her breath
alone
she must know
the voices of the mountains
she must recognize
the foreverness of blue sky
she must flow
with the elusive bodies
of night wind women
who will take her
into her own self
look at me
i am not a separate woman
i am a continuance
of blue sky
i am the throat
of the sandia mountains
a night wind woman
who burn
with every breath she takes
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