borrowing
that's what the poor do
ownership has its drawbacks
sometimes I'd relish
the responsibility
a house
a cat
a yard to plant a garden
a place to belong in
I'm more like the prairie
holes to fill
and wide open spaces
and the wind passes through me
gone here are the family farms
and sloughs
and buffalo
most of it belongs to a big silent entity
I feel the miles accumulated inside of me
I see them
when I glance at my reflection
if I could be real
settle
be a true Indian
with choices to wander
or stake a claim
today I see
the poor sometimes
only have the choice to be
or not
(what choice is this?)
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