Pink pueblos line the plaza
littered with a motley crew
fronts the waning fall fiesta
as the sunset clouds imbrue
the skyline streaming blood
and rue.
Shadows of the painted dancers
sway upon the trampled ground
trailing pelts of grey coyotes
to their hunting skills’ redound
and ropes of amber beads
rebound.
Drumming of the ancient tom-toms
sulky squaws that shuffle by
tourists smoke in fine amusement
artists heave a wistful sigh
to see a windmill bot
the sky.
(Norman MacLeod)
More Poetry from Norman MacLeod:
- Trust In God And Do The Right (Norman MacLeod Poems)
- Adumbration (Norman MacLeod Poems)
- Casa Grande: Arizona (Norman MacLeod Poems)
- Rain Sequence (Norman MacLeod Poems)
- Apostrophe (Norman MacLeod Poems)
- Bohobodom (Norman MacLeod Poems)