Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls  
Whose cast iron dreams  
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children  
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of barren wood
Written by goldenmyst
Author's Note
Walpi is a Hopi Pueblo atop a mesa. This poem was inspired by a lady who sold her pottery there. She had a wistful smile almost as though she felt sad about letting her pottery go to strangers.
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