Not too long, they said,
nor short. A deer crashes
in the wood. A skunk
swaggers to the distant creek.
There is a moment, I think, when the eyes speak
and speak of a world too much.
Such a moment, a life.
* * * *
James Welch (1940 - 2003) was born in Browning, Montana, an enrolled member of the Blackfeet Tribe. His publications include five novels, three collections of poetry, and one book of nonfiction. "Toward Dawn" is from Riding the Earthboy 40.
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