Sky

by

Cecelia Nuñez

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Night

here it comes,
it comes gradually.

Stars

there they are,
they watch over me.

Moon

she's coming up,
coming to light my way.

Sleep

I feel it,
it feels so good.

Sun

wait sun,
hold back the day.

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From When it Rains: Papago and Pima Poetry edited by Ofelia Zepeda, University of Arizona Press, Sun Tracks Vol. 7, © 1982 Cecelia Nuñez.

This poem is also available in the 'O'odham language.

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