Red Cloud: Poem by Miriam Sagan

Red Cloud


lace curtains
Venus at dusk

an old story—
wind ruffles
the pages of a book

no longer salvage—
an expensive quilt;
prairie, wind, train whistle

made more lonely
by a lonely tale


blue horses
come over the ridge
of the mind

warriors painted on hide

songlines tell us about
water/no water

even a small girl
in her nightgown
might fly barefoot
over the town’s steeples
and train tracks

every thing
in its essence
to go elsewhere

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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