Southwestern Woman
Hot sun...Burning Earth...Molded from Red clay,Covered with Callichie,Cooked Hard
in the Sun. Strong with thought...yet, woman screams and not heard...Lonely, like the
mountain covered in snow...Hot Sun...Touch me and make me new.
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