Drenched 

Beneath a thunderstorm

the “Crazy Woman” stands

sky upon her shoulders

Once sacred, to the Apsáalooke

An eruption!
A dark, stagnant,

fermenting anger

turned violent
In memory resides

the sweet fragrance

of grass
On a gust of wind

resurrection.
I am drenched

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