Today there are high winds in Sedona, Arizona. I read about this wind, as well as this headline about Laura Tohe, the daughter of a Navajo code talker. These inspired today's poem.
Oak Creek Canyon
Fields of purple and yellow,
like the chin of a wise woman
you read about in books
crystals and sage,
and organic yellow pears
fill her cloth bag,
oh how different it all is now
Skin dark, covered in lines
that swirl,
coffee and cream
Her roots run as deep as the juniper tree
Her eyelids glisten
while she walks beside the water,
beside the dream.
How lucky she is to be
awake for the whole thing!
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