This is a poem I wrote in 1999 for an English 101 assignment to write a response to short story by Leslie Marmon Silko called “The Man to Send Rain Clouds”
Cottonwood and faded jeans against the blue
Mountains in a cold spring dawn.
The peace of death draws him.
The dry air smells like rain.
A grey feather in white hair
Blue paint on brown skin
A warm red blanket and
Sprinkled corn meal that slowly floats in the air
———————————-like gold dust.
He smiles.
The family is waiting with new jeans.
Candles light the dark room.
He has on his dancing shoes
Will he have enough to drink?
Go to the fortress on the hill.
Not just any water will do.
The old bell softly sways and rings a duet
—————————-with the wind.
And heavy curtains won’t reveal the light that’s hidden.
The sun is half gone now.
His last duty almost done.
They walk together along two roads one
———————–hopeful – one lost.
In the shadows of things he does not understand.
And “…the water fell through the light from sundown…”
Grandfather will be pleased.
Tuesday Kuykendall 
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