Sweetgrass smudge
circle perched
on Eagle's brow
Sun descends
Left to right
as does the song.
Drum taut
loose assembly
distant eyes across the space
walkers pace the earthwork top.
Rings beyond circuits outside of circle
echo down to this group,
the latest splash in an ancient pond.
Before them all, and new as spring
rings of darker, higher grass
dot the lawn around.
Inside one, a girl sits
talking to a distant friend
on a cell phone
(another circumference
of influence).
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