Apache Star Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands And take it when it runs by, As the Apache dancer Clutches his woman. |
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Inez Night A coyote’s mournful cry Sinks from the canon, —whence the river leaps A blade of silver underneath the moon. |
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Kokopelli Parade The Native American gods are imposing, the Greek gods are not. Indeed they are not brave, not self-controlled, they have no manners, they are not gentlemen and ladies. |
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