Pawn Shop
I walk into the bar,
after being gone for a while,
and it's empty.
The Bartender tells me
all the Indians are gone,
do I know where they went?
I tell him I don't know,
and I don't know,
so he gives me a beer
just for being Indian,
small favors, and I wonder
where all the Skins disappeared to,
and after a while, I leave,
searching the streets,
searching storefronts,
until I walk into a pawn shop,
find a single heart beating under glass,
and I know who it used to belong to,
I know all of them.
Sherman Alexie.......from The Business of Fancydancing
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