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  The Prairie Is Divine

I found solitude
lost comets, ancient myths
abandoned kills
bodies on fire
in the ocean of fields
water in the fire
bellies of the people

Crazy, the orbits over a lifetime,
floating in the unknown like
Laika, the Russian dog
periled between something and nothing

My lungs are filled with October
and I’m hungrier than ever
I’m lost in spring turned winter

I am covered with clover
  RCJ Graves
  Copyright © 2008 RCJ Graves
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