Soft Indian

by Norbert Blei


Hunted for a poem

           about the Indian in you

last night,

           when the full moon staked the woods

in yellow

           and later floated white upon the landscape

like a watercolor, bending line in such

           magic, not to mention form.

You couldn’t hear a stick break.

           This morning there was that sun

sneaking up again. . .

           You could dance it around on a string

for a day and never quite

           catch that full moon ahead, fading fast

in a blue drum sky,

           taking with it all that’s left of those

stars last night

           that brought on the circle in this poem,

this painting,

           and that soft Indian centering

the quiet celebration

           of just being








(featured in the lowdown, 2014, street corner press)

One comment

  1. Thanks to Splake for highlighting great stuff in this year’s Lowdown literary arts annual.
    The issue is 220 pages, full-color on art paper, and available for $36.00 including domestic
    priority mail shipping. Checks made payable to: Robert M. Zoschke, Box 38, Ellison Bay, WI 54210. Anyone mentioning the Splake blog gets a special book of Norbert Blei’s included at no extra cost.

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