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DUMONT, Marilyn


Not Just a Platform For My Dance


this land is not

just a place to set my house my car my fence


this land is not

just a plot to bury my dead my seed


this land is

my tongue my eyes my mouth


this headstrong grass and relenting willow

these flat-footed fields and applauding leaves

these frank winds and electric sky lines


are my prayer

they are my medicine


and they become my song


this land is not

just a platform for my dance