Donald Traxler's Poetry
Monday, November 27, 2017
Guaraní Ghosts
Guaraní ghosts chant
through the night,
singing the sun up
and bringing us light.
We live by their leave,
and they by ours,
in a tangled web
of ancient dreams.
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