THE VILLAGE VOICE

~ Late August Sunset (Hubbard Lake) ___________________ "Let me enjoy this late-summer day of my heart while the leaves are still green and I won't look so close as to see that first tint of pale yellow slowly creep in. I will cease endless running and then look to the sky ask the sun to embrace me and then hope she won't tell of tomorrows less long than today. Let me spend just this time in the slow-cooling glow of warm afternoon light and I'd think I will still have the strength for just one more last fling of my heart." - John Bohrn ( Late August)

~ Sunset meets Moonrise ( Miini - giizis - 'Berry Moon') ~ Ojibwe __________________ "... I'm smart and at four know that the moon is not made of cake with frosting on the top like the stupid song I learned in kindergarten. Maybe green cheese? I see big lemon-green Swiss-like holes on its pocked marked face and wonder how it could be either. I'm glad its glowing face is yellow. It's my favorite color. My father tucks me in between worn buffalo plaid flannel and kisses me goodnight; his salt and pepper mustache tickles. I like the red and black soft squares and grains of rough sand from the lake that I rub with my toes on the bottom sheet. Grey smells ooze through the old log cabin. The goodnight moon smiles through the wavy glass-paned window. I look into my father's soft steel-gray eyes and ask, "How did the moon follow me all the way from home?" He grins wide as the world, shows his big white teeth, and says, "Because I tied a string arou...