Missouri River Rites

Dawning ascension, light transforms
From gray to amber radiance,
Revealing open fields of rich, brown earth
Plowed in long, even lines and bounded
Between the river and far horizon.

Steadily, the climbing daystar
Effuses life on rows of jade green corn,
Traversing the roiling, gray-brown surge
Of the Missouri’s muddy waters,
Rising up and over forested hills.

Silent worship, morning fire, sacrifice
Offered on plains and hills and valleys where
Missouri, Illinois, and Mississippi
Waters meet with sun and earth
In reverence, to the rites of life.

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