"You're too wild,
woman."
"You don't drink
raw whickey,
but when moon hangs
angled
you drink from
the tilted golden cup,
and
when salmon season
returns
you stand among
river willow shadow
humming,
all the time believing
fish understand
why you are there."
So he left me
to marry one
whose dreams
are laced in perfume
and dishwasher suds.
-By Linda Noel,
Concow Maidu
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