Wednesday, January 12, 2011
While driving into Cameron
Hey, genuine Navajo.
Yeah, I see you there, all hunched over your little card table.
The sign back up the road told me you'd be here.
Ample parking I see. Beautiful view. I really love the high desert. Do you live out here?
Where are all the cars? Where's your car? How'd you get all the way out here?
The multi-colored streamers on the roof-edge of the tent are a nice festive touch dude, too bad there's no wind today. They dangle all limp and lifeless when there's no wind. Not sure if you noticed, but you're missing a few streamers too.
I wonder what you aren't selling.
I wonder why your boss makes you sit on that rickety old wooden folding chair. All day with that shit? Even in the summer? For how many years now?
What does he do, ...drop you off in the morning, and pick you up at night?
I wonder how many trinkets you have for sale, hand made, by a genuine Navajo.
What's a good year in the Navajo trinket business?
I wonder if you hate me as I fly by.