Sundown falls over
her bare shoulder
as if a silhouette
sans shade revealing
painted desert scenes
wrapped in Navajo blankets
like veiled warriors riding
pale horses in a cavalry of
mind arriving just in time
to save a culture of truth
stranded in absolute canyons
meanwhile, across once dusty
fields before the floods
the fallen hero slipped
away saying "today’s the
first day of eternity”
then at the eleventh hour
the angel of mercy flew by
signaling the start of spring
over sundown falls again
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