Like a window
into a time without time
a world that spins so sublime
suspended in a dream
where good looks are not
what they seem
are they
a wrapper of the soul
that sings eternal
and joins
the everlasting
maternal with paternal
while
matrilocal tribes
of the turtle and
wolf clans
their totems
proudly inscribed
inbibe wine
on sacred ground
and give rare gifts
to each other
to prolong a race
of deep rich
red brown
as they keep a
pace with
the violet rays
that beam down on them
through cosmic space
creating a glow
that shines in their eyes
and brings sparks to their toes
as they begin to dance
like Hebrew
sheperds
and their counterparts
exotic women
with almond eyes
in billowy
harem pants
with fine
silver
filigris
ankle bracelets
that clatter
and
jangle
tonight
in the light
of the fire
they
sow
the
seeds
of tomorrow

the apache kid