J.J. Bach Poems

Women know pain
Their shared history since the primordial soup cooled
Sacajawea's mother knew it
But no one knows when
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Silent aching vastness
Wind caressing. Always blowing by. Softly
Impossible blue sky arching overhead
Heat pressing. Hard and dry
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Lewis and Clark walked a trail
A native highway
Tarred with wear from leather covered feet
And bare pony hooves
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A stream goes straight down the hill
Gravity demands it
Straight up the hill. We go
Not a gravity rule. A man rule
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