Margaret Noodin

Ode’iminibaashkiminasiganke She makes strawberry jam ginagawinad wiishko’aanimad, waaseyaagami mixing sweet wind and shining water miinawaa gipagaa nibwaakaa, with thick wisdom bigishkada’ad, dibaabiiginad pounding, measuring gakina gaa zhawenimangidwa everything we’ve cared for gakina gaa waniangidwa everything we’ve lost nagamowinan waa nagamoyaang the songs we have not yet sung miigwanag waa wawezhi’angidwa the feathers yet to decorate ezhi-zhoomiingweyaangoba and all the ways we’ve smiled mooshkine moodayaabikoong into jars filled to the brim ji-baakaakonid pii bakadeyaang. to be opened when we are thin.