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dwelling in the canyon of red sand stone we marked our houses with characters befitting our desires  if we were sad  w...

Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Ocean Plays
Drums
The Beating
Of my
Heart

The Sun Dries
Wood
And Hide
Tightening
Sinew

Strengthening
The Sound
Feeling the
Beat

The People Dance
Naked
And at
Peace
by Pattra B. Monroe
1 June 2007 
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