Somewhere in the heart of beloved Dinetah
In the midst of sagebrush and junipers
There she lies, the friend,
In the most peaceful place where she belongs
A simple mound of soil
A name, surrounded with faded desert flowers
There I deposited two tears with my own hands
For the friend, lost to an addiction
Poisoned gift of our ancestors
2 comments:
Linda! Proprio bella! Great!
Betty told me about your blog. I'm putting together a poetry reading in a couple of weeks in Concrete. If your interested in reading, contact me~ Love your blog.
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