Grandfather.,
Today I saw a little girl pray for all of the ones who forgot how to pray.
She held her tobacco high into the sky and sang a little girl song and all the birds joined in.
I heard you, Grandfather, voice pitched high with hers making the sound of two together to make the spiral smoke that is our prayer.
Why have they forgotten how to pray, Grandfather, until they are in trouble?
Don't they remember that praying is for thanking?
Wishing is for stars and old ones who want to come home.
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