Pilgrimage
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“Pilgrimage,” New Era, Aug. 1993, 26

Pilgrimage

When I am magic,

I will make the pilgrimage

of ants, and climb through

brown bark valleys; through

sap pine rivers; around

beetle leaf jungles.

When I am magic,

I will climb to the treetop

leaf and watch new sky

dripping blue into the shade.

When I am magic,

I will take you with me to

the hole where the stars

sharp edge has ripped the

canopy and spilled night

into melting snow.

I will take you with me,

and we will tickle blue-wet

crows climbing west.

Art by JennyLynn Palmer