Thursday, August 22, 2019

N. Scott Momaday - Mogollon Morning

Mogollon Morning

The sun
From the sere south
Splays the ocotillo.
Cold withdraws.
Still I stand among
Black winds.

The long,
long bands of rock,
Old as wonder, stand back.
I listen for my death song there
In rock.

Old earth
In long shadows,
You pray my days to me.
I keep the ways of tortoises.
Keep me.

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