today:
sunrise over the highway. only a single semi and some birds. the sky was pink. blue.
cold frybread, oranges, black tea for breakast.
Bobby V. in his big truck drove us down all the rutted steep dirt tracks to the canyon floor.
Handprints older than any god. antelopes running, horses, and later the Spanish with their guns.
rivers of mud. cottonwood and peach willow heavy with gold leaves. I bought silver: hand-hammered, hand carved.
doorways full of shadows. stone on stone on stone. no mortar.
red dust. white horses running. a field of corn, alfalfa, cotton.
the long road back up.
frybread, salsa, sunburn and cold tea for dinner.
every corner of the sky filled with stars.
[chinle/canyon de chelly/canyon de muertos, navajo reservation]
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