By Joseph Bruchac
Seeing photos
of ancestors
a century past
is like looking
at your own
fingerprints—
circles
and lines
you can't
recognize
until someone else
with a stranger's eye
looks close and says
that's you.
Joseph Bruchac, "Prints" from Sing: Poetry from the Indigenous Americas. Copyright © 2011 by Joseph Bruchac. Reprinted by permission of Joseph Bruchac.
Source: Sing: Poetry form the Indigenous Americas (University of Arizona Press, 2011)
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