I look around,
and he is gone.
Before we can part,
he’s disappeared.
Saying “Good-bye”,
is just too awkward for him.
He’s Disappeared
February 11, 2014 by Russ L
Posted in American Indian, Anishinabe, Chippewa, Culture, Indian Values, Native American, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Stories | Tagged American Indian, Anishinabe, Culture, Native American, Ojibwe, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Reflection, Stories | 5 Comments
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Understandable! Beautiful, Russ. 🙂
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I wonder who he is…and if he will be back
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HA! If you haven’t already, see “Mozart and the Whale” to get the proper inflection for the “Ha!”. You’ll like the movie for itself as well. 🙂
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Known people like that.
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Been like that Thomas. Good-Byes are too important now.
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