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Salmon Poetry

February 14

No Valentine. Though Windy took me
to the Grange last night. Mrs Foster 
frowns when that cowboy whistles. 
Lucky for me, all the girls like to dance. 

Wind from the northwest, cold and thick.
Snow by dusk. Storms approach like flocks 
of swords. Summer Lake, an open wound. 
The wind never lets up. 

Last night, I tossed and turned. Tried 
not to touch myself when the sleet came.
But June, ranch hand from Silver Lake,
fine red hair and gentle hands…

She found me in a sweat, entered my shack 
through a trapdoor to a feverish dream.

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