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by April Halprin Wayland

up dusty red Canyon Road
in and out of art galleries
ducking out of the heat

into cool rooms filled with
pueblo paintings,
buffalo sculptures,
wrought iron Indians,

out again into the clear day
to see surprising piles of clouds,
melting, moving
mounds of white ice cream

look what I have found
out here
in this gallery.

published in MY AMERICA (Simon & Schuster,2000), edited by Lee Bennett Hopkins

from MorgueFile.com

from MorgueFile.com



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