burning cedar bark, bursting pine cones
sending smoke to rise out the teeppee
meshing with turquoise skies
the steady beat of the drums, & bells
punctuate the dancing-- kicking up dirt
cool cowrie shells surround bare ankles
thin leaf like dresses start to stick
against the hot reddened bodies
slick with sweat and blissful smiles
all lay down in a heap
after the last drum roll
ushering in the silence
to last the darkening sky blue
and into black skies stars as opals
then again, the softest cashmere blue
predawn sweeps the canyon floor
rising up from nighttime slumber
stepping once again together
in a circle, donned in lyrical grace,
hearts healed as one purpose pantomimed
central fire is commonly faced
Kate Lamberg
full moon fires burning in bvi (photo by kate lamberg) all rights reserved~ March, '13
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