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The Lost and The Conquered
Downy sunshine
reflects the white horizon
mounds of prairie, green
as my people
as my old Chevy pickup
A war rages inside me
the lost and the conquered
cleaning their guns
claiming their ground
watering their horses
Maybe this is the pale
fish skimming the depths
of my blood
where I was conceived by
the dry kiss of a reader
who returned to his beloved
When the windows are dark
I sense The Hills
staining the horizon
the well-packed bed
of my truck straining
toward the highway
luring me, a willing virgin
at home in neither
East nor West
but in the middle states
at ease
in the way
the undulating wind
becomes story
again and again
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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