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Hopi Reservation.

TO GROUND
I walk slowly on the dirt road
barefooted,
hardly lifting my feet.
My head hangs down.
My arms are limp by my sides.
They come out.
The Hopi Women ~
and silently walk with me.
Two in front.
Two in back.
One on the right.
One on the left.
Protection for their wounded
Eagle Woman
who sends their prayers to Heaven.
They take me To Ground.