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 I saw you out west, a sunny day off the Interstate. At a park with a statue of Lincoln way up high. You were alone and I stopped and thought you should not be alone you looked over aged, bare arms quiet and looking right at me. An unleashed little dog nearby not particularly paying attention. A tilt to your gaze - maybe a back injury. A tilt to your gaze - sort of like I see in my brothers sometimes. I wanted to speak to you. You were comfortable in yourself. And this was Indian Country. Heard about that in the family. I walked back to the car. Got back on the Interstate headed east. |
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