If winter describes the frozen angles of this sandy wash, then how can I see summer arriving in the distance, the sun with its arms on our shoulders? Maybe it is your laugh that calls close hot memory. We all laughed and sang all night, watched the sun overtake the earth in sweetness. Do you remember the song that Oklahoma girl taught us?
Did we ever make it home?
- When the dance is over, sweetheart,
I will take you home
in my one-eyed Ford...
© 1989 Joy Harjo & Stephen E. Strom. Secrets from the Center of the World, University of Arizona Press.
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