In The Land of Enchantment

the cottonwood
trees release
fluffy white seeds
in the breeze,
floating high
in the sky,
like a
flock of moons.

the sun descends
softly upon the
forested shoulders
of the
Sandia Mountains,
alighting its
way down
her craggy face,
as the Piñon,
Juniper, and Sage
blush
from the
sudden attention
of the sun.

Nightfalls
and stars
disappear
above the
Navajo Nation,
blacking out
history,
blacking out
the wraiths of
slain promises,  
unkept treaties,
bloody retreats,
and the
tired souls
of the
Long Walk.
 
Under
night's shroud,
in the
dark desert
New Mexico sky,
there is
an eclipse,
a fiery red glow,
a total lunar
eclipse,
a blood moon.

God's exit wound.