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Twenty-eighth Saturday, from Tsetserleg, Mongolia, one week and two days late
Sun filters through dust
Churned by horses' hooves, car tires,
Dogs, shuffling people.
Bright smiles, long black hair,
Red silk tunics, white silk pants:
Dancers take the field.
Wrestlers grapple, grab,
Muscled flesh shiny with sweat.
Foot sweeps! Thump. Ground shakes.
(These were written at Naadam, the national festival. Sort of like a country fair, outdoors, lots of coming and going, events, etc.)
Churned by horses' hooves, car tires,
Dogs, shuffling people.
Bright smiles, long black hair,
Red silk tunics, white silk pants:
Dancers take the field.
Wrestlers grapple, grab,
Muscled flesh shiny with sweat.
Foot sweeps! Thump. Ground shakes.
(These were written at Naadam, the national festival. Sort of like a country fair, outdoors, lots of coming and going, events, etc.)
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