Dragonflies in the hot air;
army helicopters perched
on the runways near the road.
On the one hill of the Post Cemetery
the Chiefs are buried— Quanah Parker, Kicking Bear.
Their graves all face the east.
Jet trails in the stratosphere
add to the si [...]
For Swift Eagle
Sunlight passes through the mountain as if the stone
were a prism. This is not a fancy of my own, not
something I imagine, even though I can close my eyes
and see the rays of sun in that shadowed land. This
is something the elders kno [...]