Tuscarora Prayer Flags
Each spring I bring a string
of Tibetan prayer flags to Tuscarora
to hang in a tree
by the side of the house.
At winter's end, they are faded and frayed,
which tells you something about
the power of the wind up here.
I wish my hopes could ride the wind skyward.
Although I know the custom makes no sense,
if I did believe, this would be my plea:
"Don't turn my deepest needs to tumbleweeds
blown nowhere but against a barbed wire fence."
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