BLACK-HAWK SKIES

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Black-hawks,

Soaring,

Ride

Desert-blue

Skies.

Rainless skies

Shape shift.

High noon

Casts

Dark shadows

On

Gray-painted

Mountains.

Ghost riders

Ride again

Through

Shrub-covered

Paths

To the

Mountain top.

They sit proudly

On

Ghost horses

Remembering

The

Feathered,

Fearless,

Fury

Of

Warrior days.

Dancing

Rain-makers

Have become

Chanting winds.

Alice Parris

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