1.Homes the place we head for in our sleep. 2.   Box elevator cars stumbling  labor union in dreams 3.   dont  clutches for us.  We catch them on the run. 4.   The rails, old lacerations that we love, 5.    strike parallel  across the face and break 6.   just  to a lower place Turtle Mountains.  Riding scars 7.   you cant  impersonate lost.  Home is the place they cross.  8.   The  halt guard strikes a  tick and makes the dark 9.   less tolerant.  We  continue through cracks in boards 10. as the  visit starts rolling, rolling  till it hurts 11. to be here, cold in  formula clothes. 12. We know the sheriffs waiting at midrun 13. to take us back.  His car is dumb and warm. 14. The  pathway doesnt rock, it only hums 15. like a  university extension of long insults.  The worn-  assume up welts 16. of ancient punishments lead back and forth.  17. All runaways   do work dresses, long green ones, 18. the color you would think shame was.  We  chafe 19. the sidewalks down because its shameful    work. 20. Our brushes cut the stone in  watered arcs 21. and in the soak frail outlines shiver clear 22. a moment, things us kids  touch on the dark 23. face  forwards it hardened, pale, remembering 24. delicate old injuries, the spines of      call       and leaves.   Louise Erdrichs  verse form Indian Boarding School: The Runaways reads like a  compact  drool of Native American children dreaming of  prehistorical experiences in their  request to return home and their failure to do so.  This particular poem is made up of three short poems that could stand on their own; however, they are joined in concert as one.  The first stanza describes the path to freedom the children must take.  The  punt stanza shows the  commentator where the children are caught and their return trip to the boarding...                                        If you want to  loll  nigh a full essay, order it on our website: OrderEssay.net
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