#45 Shiprock by Terry Lucas

(Tsé Bit’a’i) Cutting your way through dust storms, waves Of sand blow over your prow, settle on foils of stone, Wash down the ribs of your hull to crystal sea.          The Navajos say you sailed from the north,          A great bird saving their people from the flood,          Crashing into the desert, burying all          But your … More #45 Shiprock by Terry Lucas