Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Grabbing Feather Refuge

Cattle are kept

muddy trampling
reeds and grasses.

Strange birds
appearing out of nowhere

routes in Paiute country
straight to global warming

up the lowland speed tech
hopscotching. It is rabbit

beautiful.  Here.  The  people know.
At the marsh.  His shirt his dance.

Who gets the leftovers at the
table of slipping fingers.

That place is sacred.  That place is haunted.
Hear their cries. Marshy children.

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