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Apache Plume on the Trail to Tent Rocks
 New Mexico by Pippa Little Everything is dry,
 even shadows
 pink-eye along rocks
 a hundred centuries brown:
 the plumes draw their long inky lashes
 across us and we step through them, sleepers
 dreaming spiders’ webs One day before the sun falls
 you will hear the first horse
 singing
 further along the ridge
 where you saw him first
 big as a god and unshining,
 clay spirals in his mane, 
 singing in the time before singing
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