Reunion in the Meadows of Sapello Canyon
Your red hair is now sun gold
stirred with white.
Mine is brown
when the gray is cut away.
Fire and water,
sun and snow ...
almost 50 years ago.
So
Navajos say
winter thunder
breaks us down,
bone by bone
We go as we know
we live as we die
we have these songs
when we say goodbye
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