Elk says it's long say. Not it's love flute
or blue coat that come from this continent
and someone else’s culture, but a soul
colored as snow between the trees
overseas in cold countries and medicine
it leaves at the land every year, gear
outgrown like an old grief: ground up,
this could cure you. A flash of elk means
you should follow, then make your move.
Elk only as itself, known in the north
under the sun, like the long love of
warriors, exhausted in the ways they
spent themselves on the world.