The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Beadwork

Elder pipe spirals
the seating of braves
smolders in the hearts of heroes
loosens egos to join the nation cloud 
dancing the directions to navigate the stars
and lift the ground to our feet, firm and focused
the path is clear to all who share the quest, the longing
to nurture our people with the sagebrush of sagacity
to bend when the river flows to break when the ice shifts
to grow where our seed may scatter when the sun shone
we are woven reeds in the blood borne basket 
we tame the chaos of stallions with patient hand
we knot our fingers against the careless
and leave our songs to settle upon the newly seasoned
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