James Galvan
English 306
Steve Pett
Harjo poem: Outside
The moon glows
on what is a maroon oval.
Inside, nothing more
then a field of grass
where no work is being done.
The sound of bugs coming from
what appears to be an empty cage.
If the lights were lit
I could see if anyone were
jumping in the sand pit.
Ten times I could go around.
However, I choose to only go four.
Its not that I couldn’t go
ten or twenty around, its just
a mile was enough for me
that night.
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