We stand on the turtle's back and ask for the wind. We fly through the turtle's mind and drink the sky. We walk through the turtle's home and know we are alive with others who are alive. Something like water, something like blood flows through all of us as the sun lifts up its great eye each morning. We do not move through this world alone. Penny Harter's poems mingle patient alertness with animal choirs, reading prophecy in shells, bones, fal...
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