like a youthful Emily Carr
she paints my present and future
in shades of vagabond
amid towering redwoods
of concrete and glass
a worry free shaman
with one foot in the orient
the other you know where

who holds no hat out
save her art
to the bourgeois neighbours’
loonies and twonies
to feed me strawberries
curried rice & chicken
make my bohemian rooster crow

“You are The Pan!” she tells me
in not so many words
my yin and yang
chi in perfect harmony
in an imperfect world

we are names
launched into the wind
and faces
causing all outside distraction
within the dream catcher’s eye
project to a place
in our collective mind
where the legendary thunderbird
still roams the sky

no matter
in the quiet of night
light of day
we cast an ageless spell
into the true mirror of ourselves
hair becomes feathers
arms turn to wings
and once more
we are as the ancients
ghostly but solid apparitions
visible only to those
who also believe
in her medicine

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