A Zuni Boy
From here, the Zuni Reservation is invisible
To all but pilots and medicine men.
First, I see a long-armed cloud,
With its white sleeves rolled up,
Jab the mountains farther weOr was it just some Zuni sacred ritual?
Now, I can see a Zuni boy
next to the vision pit,
fire sending a trail of blaze
Into the firmament for a Zuni boy
to climb.
Steve Heins
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