there was golden champagne splendor
in the sky he recalls
when he was a child
and the storm had passed
and the winds left the sun
dying on the horizon in the west
yet it erupted onto the canvas
in the eastern darkening sky
onto those clouds that had left
the buffalo grass wet under his bare feet
and along with the praise
the hymn of the toads bestowed
upon the lofty celestial shell
his soul remembers pouring out
into the awe of the hues and light
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