I move towards the stage
finding our staked out square
in a sea of tarps
and they start singing
blended voices soaring
over prairie
an eagle in flight
catching updrafts of
six thousand people
loving the sun
and the sky
and the flap of wings
as three sisters of song
glide their way into
constant commotion of our quilted lives
I have stopped walking to just listen
my feet sinking into solid prairie grassland
until the voices stop and I breathe again
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