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Her life is thick

as a fist full of loose hair

I am fragile beside, gossamer 

threads frayed, straying like

split ends,

flyaway off my braid.

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I used to wear dust feet 

to walk ditches

and disappear in alfalfa.

I have forgotten.

Deer browsed beyond fences

behind the east eighty.

I didn’t watch them 

when I was broken whole, we

already knew each other.

I have almost forgotten 

all those sweetgrass dreams

full of sweet peace

I used to hum. Something like 

mown clover.

.

I hold my thick braid 

in two clenched fists, keening.

My sister will adopt me tomorrow and

her son will wrap his small fingers

about my fists.

I will head for adobe as if I belong.

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