An Old Story
On the
third day stars came to sing.
The sun
and moon said o.k., just
keep your
own place in the sky.
Then
trees. The leopard licked his spots
in shade,
ready to spring.
At the
top of the pine a jay hopped
to the next
branch. This list goes on
and
on. An old story, but true.
We have
no better way to explain
“sun, moon,
stars, rain”—even the lights
last
night in the north, blue, green.
—Donnell
Hunter
25
January 2012
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