Hollow Pipe

Hollow pipe

first light

scattered magpies 

amongst cottonwoods 

 

Night brushed 

bruised by both

tender and vengeful hands  

 

Out beyond barbed wire

lie

fractured rock

the fox

the buffalo

 

Generations 

born to the landscape

 

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