Parading

There is nowhere else I want to be but here.

I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.
I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.
I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.
We gallop into a warm, southern wind.
We gallop into a warm, southern wind.
I link my legs to yours and we ride together, —Joy Harjo
I link my legs to yours and we ride together.
—Joy Harjo

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