Poems  From Tuscarora
Geographical Cure


Choose an afternoon when August sun

stuns basin and range into silence

while  crickets in the meadows

eat all your profits.


If you are going,

that’s the time to leave.


Should  you hesitate until sunset

you will recognize this common place,

a cathedral, and the restless souls

among us are stayed for a moment

by the gorgeous light.

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