In the old way, there was corn,
a food from the stars,
and wheat and rice and taro.
We worked together to plant and gather.
We added our life to the life given us.
Family is given and grown
in just this way.
Song, as we open to it.
Fire.
A girl stands in the night.
Stars open the black behind her.
Her dress is the color of coals.
Corn shines in her basket.
The green of its growing wraps it.
A bird has come to bless the offering.
The girl's hands hold the basket with care.
They hold the plenty.
—Sarah Webb
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