on the mesa
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strong southwest winds
huff wildly for hours
and push sage brush
tumbleweed balls high like
soap bubbles in the sky
and bend six-foot strong
native sunflower stalks
to short weed height
the dust devils dance
freeform choreographies all
over the ground kicking dirt
into abstract swirling designs
above the unassuming earth
in the distance mountain
silhouettes remain stalwart
unaffected and not moving
inside the steadfast air
passing by howling away
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Southwestern American Literature
(Texas State University - San Marcos)
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