There are certain times <br />When the wind gets high <br />And I tumble around <br />Waving my arms <br />Begging it to lift me away <br /> <br />I reread Indian Killer <br />And there is a girl named Laura <br />Mentioned once or twice <br />She was Navajo, too <br />But she's never a character <br /> <br />Maybe Laura-Navajos <br />(Or Navajo-Lauras) <br />Are meant to be whispered in passing <br />Laughed about years later <br />Remembered fondly but vaguely <br /> <br />Am I really a Laura-Navajo <br />Or a Navajo-Laura <br />Since I am not enrolled <br />Or is it Indian enough <br />Just to know I am Indian? <br /> <br />When the wind gets high <br />I pray it will pick me up <br />And blow me to Arizona <br />And dropp me off <br />On the rez<br /><br />Laura Kiernan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laura-navajo/
