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Mining Sierra Nevada Gold |
her fingers without flesh
reach
from a grave laid
long ago.
rugged trees once cleared
around a girl,
six, maybe seven;
small number that age difference,
except
when it comes
to how many more weeks
spent hiding
from men who would find her flower,
take her life.
we have something
in common.
this sister’s filthy hair
straight,
color of bathwater,
hunches over
a thin back; cracked whole hugging her.
hands held tightly,
we walk
a twisted
path away from the stench,
our steps behind us
hidden
by overhanging branches and corners
with secrets.
copyright 2005
Wendy
Grosskopf |
