the worker
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southwest of survival
and alone with her native
american braids she is
wrapped in the colors
of her heritage a navajo
blanket draped loosely over
her back hugs her hunkered
shoulders she weaves
suede laces in and out
with her calloused pueblo
fingers aged in senior citizen
grey stitching indian maid
moccasins with daily quotas
she meets at the unheated
minimum wage factory table
owned by a wealthy anglo
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Southwestern American Literature
(Texas State University - San Marcos)
and
Day Laborers
(Janet's chapbook published by Plan B Press)
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