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\n prairiegrass dreams
Across the Sandhills
wading into the untamed Niobrara
barebacked.. brown,\u00a0\u00a0and beautiful
Within her Misty Mountain dreams
she is heading my way.
Ah, sweet lord God almighty,
look at her go..
Westbound,\u00a0\u00a0she is best-found
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0right there..\u00a0\u00a0on the edge
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0of these dreams of my own
Oh my lord..
look at that beautiful horsedream\u00a0\u00a0go
Will I be able to survive her..
\u00a0\u00a0I don't know
.\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0.\u00a0\u00a0
You feel him..\u00a0\u00a0don't you,\u00a0sweet one..
my beautiful Snickers
on that Gordon, Nebraska hill--
his home,\u00a0\u00a0his birthplace..
Until his beautiful spirit
one day..\u00a0 finally\u00a0found me
Striated and stoic
he is waiting for you..
To bring, you
the rest of the way home.
North now,\u00a0\u00a0into Dakota
as you bleed\u00a0\u00a0
with the Lakh\u00f3ta
on a trail,\u00a0\u00a0split
\u00a0\u00a0 between Pine Ridge..
\u00a0\u00a0 and Wounded Knee.
Feel your war-torn\u00a0\u00a0Spirit
melt\u00a0\u00a0in to them
(you will not fall)
As you ride this black-maned\u00a0\u00a0dream
just a bit further North..
towards a man,\u00a0named Paul
Within my own,\u00a0\u00a0I can feel you both
Ah hell, babe..
I can feel you all
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\n hold on to your dream of this dream..
remember every-thing
https://youtu.be/fqCGidfNG0M
Rough draft, this feels inadequate
to the picture I want to convey.
His likeness is in the sixth frame shown,
and again, between the two of her;
His eyes.. in the two, up close.
You will not go lonely
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3369599/snickers-on-a-hill/xoxo\n
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