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Techumseh and Her
by Jennifer Hill
I was driving dreaming
beginning to remember who
you were and the trails you
walked .
And I was Techumseh brave
and seeing everything that would be
And you --
you were the woman
bearing all the weight of the wilderness
and the craziness of the white man
you did not
understand.
Trapped in the present
and I in the future,
we missed each other
and cried long hard tears
of rage and anger and sorrow and pain.
And the pavement stretches
on forever
like the forests did then,
and I cannot fathom
the feather in your hair --
the paint on my face --
the reality
the dream
the illusion.
Copyright©2000 Jennifer Hill