Red Willow Woman

* A poem inspired by the beautiful pueblo in Taos, New Mexico. The native people of Taos call themselves the Red Willow People.

photo by Luca Galuzzi, via Wikipedia Commons
photo by Luca Galuzzi, via Wikipedia Commons

Red Willow Woman

She kneads the blue corn meal
back and forth, back and forth
It bubbles, sizzles into fry bread
Her son sells corn husk dolls at the gate
Her mother sells tickets, says
Please, no pictures, today is a Feast Day

The tourists pretend not to hear
Their cameras click clack, they climb

Even on the cemetery gate,
even on the church pews

The rain clouds gather
Her faded dress whips at her legs
Near the adobe church she crosses herself
looks up at a bone white cross, a bruised sky

The cemetery gate swings open as she passes
The ancestors gather, hum in her ear

photo from http://www.sramanamitra.com
photo from http://www.sramanamitra.com

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