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Giizhigowaande Gitigaan
Biskigwaadeg giizhigowaabigan / A sky-blue hem around cement
zhingising tawag / lying like an ear
bangising anakwad / fallen from the clouds
bizindamang oodena / listening to the city
ditibiniganag detibisewaad / tires rolling by
bingwe’ombaasin / wind moving dust
ezhi-jaagiseyang omaa / waves of exhaustion
naasaab nanaagadawendamang / you and I looking
giikekmon / at this same corner
bakaan nanaagadawendamang / in an unsame way
bii’ang dibiki-waagosh / waiting for the night-fox
ji-giiwitaayaazhagaamed / to walk along the edge.
Photo by Paul Drucke
Poem by Margaret Noodin
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A simple city scene we might see any day becomes a living listener. I too liked the juxtaposition of language, and of course the unseen night-fox who may be either a delight or a warning or both.