Among the Cacti That Resembled Desert Gravestones



You spent your twentieth birthday getting clean
With an Indian chief and his son, who taught you
To lure rain clouds by their ancestral dance

Those men were so stunning; shouting and
Spinning sweat from their long black hair before
The rain fell and cooled the sand beneath our feet.
r.kv.r.y. quarterly literary journal

summer/fall poetry 2007

zachary bush
photo by fishbert