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Friedman photograph provided by Tess Kincaid |
Open Land
East to west
North to South
Miles traveled without a turn
Like sailing the rolling seas
Unmarked by signs.
Driving for hours
Hill to gully
Mesa to ridge
A land unmarked
By neon signs or city lines.
Across the Navajo mesas
A random pickup
A gate to a hogan
A lone walker
Slowly walks in dust.
The setting sun
The only directional marker
Monuments of stone
and shifting shadows
Marking time.
J. Binford-Bell
October 2011