Dancing Bear
Dream of a Corn Maiden

last night you were riding
next to me in a convertible
driving to mayan or azteca
ruins

you were the corn maiden
of the southwest whispering
magic words
dance and rain
your silk waving the air

everything became wet
you stood up naked and 60 mph
began your dance

alive -- throwing seeds

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