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Over, Under, Around

Her long hair falls

dark, sweet-smelling,

smooth. It grows

in deep-night flows

and shadowy folds

then straightens

down her supple back.

My fingers dance,

soft rhythmic moves,

seek separate strands,

weave them and loop

over, under, around,

over, under, around,

until they shine,


in two neat braids.

Like mine.

Poem: COLLEEN CASEY uses language and other arts to facilitate positive transformation. From Bdote and of Mdewakanton Dakota and European American heritages, Colleen considers herself a person of crosscurrents and confluences. She loves supporting people who are strengthening their voices. She believes we are all related.

Art: Inner Outer Exchange by BARBARA EVENS.


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