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75 Spirit Catcher The big Indian holds council on the mercy seat by the doors of the church we tried to join. We tried, my love and I, to return to the religion of John Donne and George Herbert. But the minister was from the order of Greene’s whisky priest (for God’s sake, his wife took communion in an old T-shirt and shorts). Twenty below and big Indian gathers his band on the hard bench occupied by the Danforth’s most destitute. Take this drunkalready; asleep, wrapped, a roman candle swaddled in frayed remnant of discarded sanctuary carpet. Prodigal girl; deaf to entreaties of father bearing white box of deli food, as he implores return O daughter to your Rosedale room. But she elects to stay with Big Indian hawking spirit catchers, crafted from leather, beads, feathers, whalebone, glass. Dazzle-hoops through which orphan souls leap into Great Spirit’s arms. ...

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