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Buffalo Hunt 2000

Two Indians stand at the corner,
the snow's slanting down,
Parting the hair from their faces.
The hand is raised
The eyes are keen...
Scanning one long endless plain of pavement.
The light turns green.
Where are all the buffalo?

Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
Copyright 2000
Written in Minneapolis

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