|North From Cheyenne|
wails between wires
& snags on the mind's ear:
coyote crazy shading into
could any voice
remain in this raw space
spanning stars & sagebrush without
Afghan Match Girl
says the warlord,
your kin took my bride price --
she pours her gasoline veil &
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2, No. 1 Spring & Summer, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Ann K. Schwader.