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Song of the Little Girl

That little girl went and sold
her heart to the wind.
Not enough laughter
under the big sky.

The little wind that stole
the heart of the girl
goes dancing by.

Look, how the trees shake
in the little hands of the wind
that stole the heart
of the girl.

Look how tiny they are
against the big sky,
sailing away.

O see how the sky is stained red
with the heart of that little girl!


The Day After    page 1
Poem Against the Reagan Administration    page 2
At a Rally in Washington Against the Draft    page 2
America Revisited    page 3
Poems for a Small Place to Rest    page 4   page 5   page 6
What He Would Not Tell Him    page 7
Waking Poem    page 7
Moon    page 7
Laborers    page 7
Spring 1980    page 7
Lebanon 1982    page 8
As the Latin American War Approaches    page 8
Poem for Immediate Disarmament    page 8
To Whom It May Concern    page 9
Song of the Little Girl    page 10

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