out on the still echo water
angela and i paddle
chatting a little like the gulls
we scare up canada geese
their white patches flashing in the sunshine
against blue, blue water
we stop to wittness this beauty
we rest in quiet
our kayaks slowly turning
facing the shore of
standing buffalo first nation
our silence is our prayer
our words are our prayer
for healing and peace
for a community in mourning
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