raining nights
in bloody 1846 ...
a Mexican yells out
we didn’t cross the border
the border crossed us
Ribbons, 8:3, Winter 2013
A Room of My Own: Valley of Smoke Tanka
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*No More Fairy Tales*, XL
the morning sun
choked out by columns of black ...
car after car
driving through the valley of smoke
as tongues of fire leap behi...