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[Gazette Blog Editor's note: Rim Country resident Carrie Backe is the Senior Poet Laureate of Arizona. We recently published the poem that won her that honor and asked for more. This is one she sent to share with Blog readers:]
KachinaBy Carrie Backe
Sunday driveout of Gallup,through the sandy hillsof the reservation.First we saw the carsparked on the shoulders,both sides of the road.Then we heardthe drums.
We know:where there are drums,there is dancing.Where there is dancing,there is food.We parked in the dust behind the tribal offices.Those who knew betterhad brought aluminum lawn chairs.We stood and watchedthe costumed dancersstepping to the beat ofchanting drummers.Young women and old,little boys and men,celebrating, sharing.
Flash of feathers,gleam of silver banded turquoise,sway of fringe,rainbows of bead-embroidered vest,sash and moccasin.
Fry bread, sticky sweet,dripping with honey.Wash it down with a Coke.
From under a canopy,a Hopi craftsmanoffers his hand carved and paintedkachinas.I buy the one he callsRain Dancer.I will take it home to Arizona
and pray it does the job.
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