byJoy Harjo
I don't imagine the turquoise bracelet the dusky wash makes, or the red hills circling the dreaming eye of this sacred land. I don't imagine anything but the bracelet around my wrist, the red scarf around my neck as I urge my pretty horse home.
© 1989 Joy Harjo & Stephen E. Strom. Secrets from the Center of the World, University of Arizona Press.