Easter Morning on the Reservation

Easter Morning on the Reservation

rising above the great desert

and into the powder-blue sky:

rust-red monuments for giants,

and at their feet, cottonwoods sparkling

still fresh in spring green

from recent rains.

A mounted Navajo, herding a string of pinto ponies

past the red-earth hogans, the pickup trucks and little corrals,

down a canyon flanked by flat-top mesas,

is chased by two German tourists, cameras in hand,

trying to capture, with little grace,

the rebirth of wonder.

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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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