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Inspired by a trip to Lake Powell |
| Ribbon of highway - straight over the horizon Flat, arid land in a plain brown wrapper Fingers of stone - point towards heaven Heat waves dancing up from the pavement Covered with tarp, a crude shelter of sticks Wind whistling through, dust blowing like tiny knives Small tracks disappear in the sand Bunch grass losing the struggle for life Navajo child on a blanket in the shade Navajo grandma near at hand Black hair, dark skin, white teeth in a grin Ageless eyes in an aged face Strand of juniper berry beads - strung by hand Ribbon of highway - straight over the horizon |