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Star Dust
In a small history of the Great Plains a band of Indians plunder a keelboat stowing fortunes of gold dust in buckskin sacks. Once the cargo is theirs, they keep the durable, the leather-for packing chokecherries and buffalo-let the gold mix with the sand, the element gimcrack, star dust to the Sioux. And pausing in my reading I juxtapose romance against these work-mastered days, love's ticking metal, the sparkle- mask of unworkable love, neither steady nor enduring. Gleaming, luring.