First Afternoon

There are a million pebbles beneath my feet.

A small riverbed sleeps eight feet in front of me,

The wind circles my small chest.


First Morning

I rise to a full forest and a hungry belly.

A long haired father with three caught fish,

two Trout and one Steelhead.


First Night

Limbs of Red Cedars move at night.

I hear the Tree dream particles come out from underneath us.

Father wakes me and feeds the fire outside,

The trees then move again.


by Bradly Brandt

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