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Untitled Prairie
Hotchkiss guns smoldered
burnt gun powder
barrels still warm
as the generals nodded
in stern approval
tall prairie blades of grass
still remember
that unmistakable whistling
sound of passing bullets
even if history forgot
His genetic memory faded
as he shifted gears
accelerated onto
speeding freeway
reminiscing
his own past
to taste chokecherries
drive slow
caress firm
brown breasts
admire curvature
of earth
washing down
youthful laughter
wish he never left
South Dakota
oh well, the sun
and welfare are here
California stay
will return home
when they bury him
among the tall grass
Man Yelling At Ghosts
empty time
his narrator
ocean wind
bring siren
washing ashore
coastal township
stop signs
merely suggestions
atop bridges
strong belief
midnight street
his worth
crescent moon
reflect lonely
forest fog
cover reality
cloudless sunrise
he awaits
yelling at ghosts
nobody notices
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