we owned a farm in sasketchewan, and i stood on the niapawin bridge, with green, grassy skin and a water bucket. and a hairy-armed man named Monet stood for hours in the rain with tears in his eyes. and a yellow-haired girl with a sunflower wrote her name in the sand. And once i flew to las vegas, when i was thirty years old, and that's the only time i've been on a plane.
Reason for writing:
i wrote this poem to my only lover...he left me standing in the rain on the niapawin bridge...i wrote his name in the sand...but the river washed it away
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