Rain dancers
I can see them
three stand talking
in silence they say
where is the wind, the sky and ground
lifting themselves with no place to go
Rain dancers
arrayed in bright colors
feathers dressed to sing and dance
one leg in the air, the other stepping down
silent rattles and sash belts
Not one glances at me
They look up and away
see nothing of ancient stars
where is the pueblo we can dance
tired of resting at midstep
three katchinas standing
waiting for each new dawn
quietly ready to dance away
Raindancers not born to dance
each day they wait for me
in the dust that gathers at their feet
rustywire
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