Native No More
This canyon echoes rumbling rails
while ancient creek bed holds its tales,
and diving falcons practice fleet
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Native No More
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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