Poem-a-Day

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Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Ojibwe by the author}

At the threshold
of melancholy
is a voice barely heard

a light wrapped in fog
and a piece of steel
longing for flint.

Strike it.

Gashkikanokaaning
apii gashkenindaman
agaawaa bapoweyan

waateg gashkaabateg
manidoo-biiwaabik
misawenimaad biiwaanan.

Zisikinebidoon.

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