my family is black and whitebut in the spring, when I'm drunk on kombuchasthey look native American... it still counts! - ekodaneven snow has a warm dreamthey never lose their form...tiny crystals singscary and coldbut my hearts mindmakes them soft (warm dreams)- ekodancertaintyhaiku spiralso many momentslike rice-leavesmy father tosseswhile yarrow inside tree branchesform the faces of happy ancestors- ekodan (the ancients are the certain ones)no one saw it but mea beautiful poemfalls like an egg from a nestas I put it backguiltily I wonder 'will I receive credit?'- ekodanthe hearth- luckmorning coldfutile complaintsthe coming fog,gaia lives- ekodan