Navaho Inn

Nia Francisco

riding by a bar called "nn"
where broken wine bottles trickle 
down sun-baked face of earth 
where barb-wire-type scar crawls 
over a navaho swollen nose 
trickling tears down swollen lips 
over chapped cheeks at home alone 
as casted silver buttons/visions 
fade into stoned grave flower images 
where a mirage of yei bii che 
quivers in brown red eyes of mine 
sadness, emptiness in a voice 
as a beggar behind a woven blanket 
in a photograph 
of navaho times 
the weakness of a spring sprout 
shows in drunken men and women 
only to have eyes glisten with greed for turquoise/silver 
eyes belonging to gallup independent 
readers riding by a bar called "navaho inn."

nia francisco. "navaho inn" from Sun Tracks, vol. 2, no. 1 (fall 1975). Copyright ©1975 by nia francisco. Reprinted by permission of the author.

As printed in Larry Evers, ed. The South Corner of Time. Tucson, Ariz.: The University of Arizona Press, ©1980, p. 96.