Evening Song
We failed a little.
Dip the wound in water.
Wrap it in a song.
Climb into the canoe.
Paddle out from the weeping.
Let the failing fail.
Let the stars bear trouble.
Let the canoe carry.
What we cannot bury.
c Joy Harjo
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Dip the wound in water, great line!
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