Judy Grahn Poems

She holds things together, collects bail,
makes the landlord patch the largest holes.
At the Sunday social she would spike
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He called her: golden dawn
She called him: the wind whistles

He called her: heart of the sky
She called him: message bringer
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The first four leaders had broken knees
The four old dams had broken knees
The flock would start to run, then freeze
The first four leaders had broken knees
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am I not olden olden olden
it is unwanted.

wanting, wanting
am I not broken
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