Images
Hopi grandma sat on the trailer steps
saw the ancient spirits dancing.
Drunk and beat the homeless man cried
“Love is lost before it’s too late.”
Only a fool tries to handle
a mandolin like a guitar.
The lawyer said, with some distaste,
“Please stop filling my case, filling my case.”
In the deepening shade of twilight time
a nightingale mournfully sang.
To satisfy its hunger, the shark
swiftly flew to the depths of the sea.
A rare rainbow rushed to earth
while a million stars devoured the sun.
January 11, 2011
Skywalker Storyteller Works 
Your verse reminds of the beat poets, I can see your poem morphing into a story of it’s own. I really like this, Skywalker.
Thanks, Jeff.
I was just transported back to when I first started reading your blog.
That’s an interesting comment Eric, and makes me wonder what it was that you read “way back then.” 🙂
New Mexico? I’m reminded of ee cummings. I bought a collection of his years ago called Xaipe (Kira!) which this reminds me of.
Thank you!
Oh, the photo is from north central Arizona – that’s where the Hopi nation is.
Oh yeah… You know how I got confused about that? I wrote a character into a story of mine that was set in New Mexico. The others said he was Hopi, but he would correct them and point out he was of Navajo descent. Must have forgot about that latter part. Silly me! 😉