The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Heed these lines upon my face,
this deep mapping of my soul;
I have traveled far to bring wisdom
to those who hear only silence.
Sight once turned inward
now seeks the Great Beyond
where laughter roams with buffalo
and peace is found in caverns of the bear.
This metal I wear is only weight
that keeps me tethered to this soil;
there is no treasure
save that within your heart.
Listen!
Can you hear the thrum?
It is life, bringing me home.
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