The Blue Rock Poem collection

Posted by Jai Narayan on August 30, 2006, at 9:04:27

The Lumber Baron
We Indians gathered
the scent of sweet grass spiked
as women weaved baskets
my, mixed breed, great-grandmother laughed heartily
as a hand carved pipe, filled with pungent tobacco, passed around
to Lumber barons, white people
My, white, Grandpa was such a flirt
he pinched flesh
so many born without his name
red onion dyed threads attached to the baskets
as the umbilical cord twists, giving life
too many adopted
my mother was born, out of the mystery of these unions
many whispered how she had high cheek bones
We are one, weaved into the tight sweet-grass baskets
Jai (my poem under one of my other writing names)

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