| This Edition's Poetry |
Palo Soleri Theater. Indian School. Santa Fe, June, 2009
The band sounds like Austin in the '80s, like heroin, like what I didn't know
About myself
It never fails to surprise me
How you've managed to stay dead
Even all these years
When you could barely make it through a rainy afternoon
Without re-arranging the furniture
Don't you remember
That illegal rave down Cerrilloes
When I was so pregnant
And that girl gave you the eye
And I cut her with a look
How suddenly the group of Indian kids
Picked up a pile of green boughs
And started fancy dancing with them
And for just a minute we were in that other world
Until they started slamming again
I haven't remained
So ignorant
I know now
That other world
Is also this one
And we are one
Citizenry--
The living and the dead.
by Mariam Sagan
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