Power?
-the wealth of poverty,
an empty abundance –
like one red Indian paintbrush
in the Bitteroots of Idaho
minute, nascent, humble,
callow amidst hoary wisdom.
Power is a yearning
for salty justice,
a cumulus hope,
a bent and tarnished star,
the imperfect grace
of fault lines in this terrain.
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