<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hoop Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_____ For Kevin Locke, Hoop Dancer<br> July,1989</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun is a painted pony on the<br>runaway hoop of the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grounded at last. Golden<br>As old grass headed out in the heat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale skull of Yellow Hair is balding<br>on the bosom of the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear that squaw sound keening<br>along the telegraph wires? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Custer died. STOP. All divisions massacred. STOP.”<br>Blue seeps into the dawn like cavalry coats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drum sound. Pierced with stars<br>Bright arrows in the coulees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under a moon cut like a<br>Bloody saber sliding over the thin glitter of water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soldiers hoped to ford. Greasy Grass. Cemetery of poles<br>Like buffalo bones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three thousand tepees, ringing the night, <br>Cones on a jingle dancer’s dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand feathers rampant and bending under<br>The hooves of the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bell song. Dirge. Hoops red and white.<br>All will dance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Val+Morehouse">Val Morehouse</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556190" data-title="Hoop Dance de Val Morehouse" data-description="_____ For Kevin Locke, Hoop Dancer July,1989 The sun is a painted pony on the runaway hoop of the sky. Grounded at last. Golden As old grass headed out in the heat, The pale skull of Yellow Hair is balding on the bosom of the earth. Hear tha..."></div> </div> </div>

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