I think I'll just read two more poems.
The first one is short.
"Lullaby for a Papago Child."
Tonight, it's cold in Arizona.
Snow lies on the arms of cactus and in the eaves of rock
ledges, where a lizard sleeps.
His frail toes curled around mesquite twigs for the warm
within.
Blue and yellow stripes on his back
rise and widen with each slow breath as he dreams of Summer.
Warm Earth.
Summer.
The ground repeats it.
The beat of its deepest heart.
Sleep child for Summer.
Sleep.