- Leona looked into her daughter's face
knowing they breathe the same memories, the same blood ---
- dark and wet circulating
forever into time and others
- who would have thought?
who would have thought ten years ago
- this same woman who seemed destined
to a reckless crazy life: senseless days and
crazy nights could live so calmly?
- remember? remember in 1975?
she hitched a ride with that harry tso gang
they were drinking speeding to cortez
for no reason but to get chased by the cops
she jumped out when the car stalled in a sandhill
and everyone ran
- all nine of them scattered in the night
- she ran -- stumbling over bushes
crushing the doorways of prairie dogs
as the 6 police cars surrounded them
she fell--heart pounding, breathing in the dry dirt
- running, running in the moon desert
sweating and crying in the moon night
as the yellow searchlights criss-crossed above
- sour wine breath in the sand
the moon saw her heaving with fright
the police left, she got up breathing heavily
- bits of brush in her hair
when the red tail lights faded into the horizon
Leona had to tell her and she said:
She might have forgotten that night except that
- she started west to home
on a narrow, rough road
Leona was left alone in the summer desert
never, never again, she said
- gritting her teeth.
her daughter had eyes-- dark, black, clear
- like a warm summer night
around midnight or so
I know Mom . . .her dark-eyed daughter said
- Once, a long time ago, I was running
from the police late at night . . .
I was watching you for a long time and so I know.
it was a common history long before
she came upon it ten years ago.
they shared the same memories and
- who would have thought that
that one night would become
- her daughter's eyes?
From Seasonal Woman by Luci Tapahonso, Tooth of Time Books.
© 1982 Luci Tapahonso
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