Through spring
And early summer
We phone each other
People take turns
Staying in the Pines
Watching, praying
Tension increases
Winding itself
Around all minds
In the green patchwork
Of post-Sulpician disorder
That is Kanehsatá:ke
Division is wrestled to the ground
And solidarity shielded,
Fanned like a new flame.
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