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The Answer

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

“I could never
live in a place
where it doesn’t rain
and isn’t green.”

“It’s the same earth
that’s wrapped around
the great lakes,
just farther west
and south.”

“What do you see in it?”

“I see clouds hugging
the tall mountains and not
letting go.

I see the white rose
and purple blossom
existing in the dry land
because they are sacred.

I see the people
come outside and celebrate
with dance
in the eternal circle
when the rains finally
do come.”


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