Fort Laramie

This prairie wind,

Chinook’s restless daughter,

Blows dried grass wigs

Over shells of senselessly-manic ants.

These are the plains

That fed the herds,

The greed and the

Dreams of men.

The plains endure;

The herds, the dreams

Are gone.

4/8/2002

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