Across the plains
Where the sky seems low,
Dust blows in sheets
Across two mounds.
Tattooed, pinpoint
Beads of sand
Whiplash the epithets.
Unclaimed and forgotten
A decade or more,
Two prairie flowers
Unnamed.
Over two mounds
Where the sky seems low,
Dust blows in sheets;
Tumble weeds roll.
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