In the All-Verbs Navajo World - William Stafford

Left-alone grow-things wait, rustle grass,
 click-trunk, whisper-leaf. You go-people
miss the hold-still
dawn, arch-over sky, the jumps-everywhere glances.
This woman-world, fall-into eyes, reaches out her makes tremble beauty, trolls with her body,
her move-everything walk all-now, our breathe-always
life extends, extends.
Change. Change your live-here
tick-tock hours. Catch all the flit-flit-birds,
eat the offer-food, ride over clip-clop land,
our great holds-us-up, wear-a-crown kingdom.

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