Poem by Carol Snyder Halberstadt
Copyright © 1999 Halberstadt
Rena: her sheep clusteringand her dog resting in the shade. Juniper seeds fall around them like beads.
Under her feet the aquifer drains.Each day John hauls water from sixteen miles away. The marshes and springs have gone to Las Vegas, the bluebird rarely sings.
The Law has capped her welland takes her sheep. The hardness of her life doesn't show-- only the soft wool, still washed and rolled, and the weaving. |
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