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A poem by Sheila Carter-Jones

In the driveway a grasshopper hops the hood clings as an ornament while I ride the passenger seat shotgun, wild woman throwing peyote dust,turning my car into a cluster of white palomino clomping to pow-wow in the high desert. My father on…

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