Love Song to the Man Announcing Powwows and Rodeos

by Kenzie Allen

How your voice over salted flanks
licks tender, and when you say young ones,
our future, hitches left like making room,
and when you name the horses booms low,
storms a kick-up moan, chases them down,

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