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BLUE MOUNDS
THE BLUE MOUNDS*
It started when she sat there
At the age of five or six
Wandered off in chase
Of bugs who watched her from gray sticks--
Felt a thrumming in her veins
That set her hair on fire
stronger than the booming
She imagined in god choir
Suddenly aware of space
But not of time passed by
Looked up to blue rock haze
Against a thunder sky
And distant on the blue rock
Bison herd was racing west
Dust-framed in a golden haze
She grabbed her hammered chest
*Blue Mounds--now part of a park in SW Minnesota
Lakota Sioux burial grounds, sacred site--a herd of bison roam here
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