dwelling in the canyon
of red sand stone
we marked our houses
with characters
befitting our desires
if we were sad
we chose happiness
or a sign for
deeper sorrow
wanting to go
to the bottom
of the well
we were the
red sand people
our neighbors
were from
blue cloud gulch
they were
a two day walk
from us
we did not
own cars
anymore
there was no fuel
we did not
fight any more
there was
no need
of red sand stone
we marked our houses
with characters
befitting our desires
if we were sad
we chose happiness
or a sign for
deeper sorrow
wanting to go
to the bottom
of the well
we were the
red sand people
our neighbors
were from
blue cloud gulch
they were
a two day walk
from us
we did not
own cars
anymore
there was no fuel
we did not
fight any more
there was
no need
by Pattra Burnetto Monroe August 18,2007.
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This poem was published in Rain Magazine, 4oth Anniversary edition, Spring 2008.
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