bread and soil and skin.
my eyes have burned in
the longest Oklahoman horizons,
and the sun sets held steady
Even here, in this cracked-skin landscape,
the summer welcomes my body,
one of the children, down into its underbody, rich.
Even in this land of sky
I am buried deep,
smelling only of bread and soil and skin.
june 26, 2006
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