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here the matter rests,
it leads to a good
deal more,

four miles back
at the cameo
buttes, the answer
comes to her in
roots, a bush growing
out of a crack in solid
rock, the shadow
of a cruising hawk,

her affections all
wrapped up in
a curvacious horizon
that spread to the
limits of boundaries,

and that answer that
came to her?

confluence, she is
to fall in with a woman
who knows her world,
likewise, born of the
frontier spirit, forever
where she stands in it,
surrounded by the sky
at the distance of a bow
shot,

she is native folklore,
what the fox is to
fabulists, smart, but
never careless, bold
but not brash,
holds the sage in the
abalone shell, cleanses
the air, smudging the
curvacious horizon
that spread to the
limits of boundaries...


Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist