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First Indian on the Moon
Can I tell you now
that I've dreamed of your hair
in a good way?
I've dreamed your hair
could save us all.
It's length is a rope
for climbing ivory walls.
It's strength is a knot
for holding skins together.
It's smell is the smoke
from the powwow campfire.
It's shine is the moonlight
and it's shine makes you
the first indian on the moon.
The first indian on the moon
is a woman.
The first indian on the moon
is you
and if my dream is long
as your hair
and if my dream is strong
as your hair
then maybe you can let all your hair down
find me somewhere alone on earth
and maybe I can reach up and take hold.
Maybe you can let all your hair down
and maybe I can reach up and take hold.
Maybe you can let all your hair down
and maybe I can reach up and take hold
and although the whites say
you can't hear anything in space
I say we'll hear each other breathe
I say we'll hear each other move
I say we'll hear each other whisper
I love you
and I will say it in my own language
I'll say it in the little piece
of my own language that I know
and I'll say it like it's the last thing I'll ever say:
quye han-xm=enc, quye han-xm=enc, quye han-xm=enc.
Sherman Alexie
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