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Miniseries on the High Natural Plains

Shanna Compton

The sun rises
on what can only be called a vista

A regularity happens
& happens    There are grasses

Then the sound stage ripples
through, punctuated

by portent    scripted crisis
Say, the death of an animal

Somebody's son or daughter
brandishes a bloody cheek

The days end in nights
& people fall in love

Shanna Compton

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