The sun beats down on tin roofs,
a fist from God – the One who
made the cactus flower 
and needles to protect it.
Two boys lock eyes at 70 mph.
The bronze one stands still,
surrounded by flowers and needles.
The white one flies by
in a blue ’63 Impala.
A boy can learn all he needs to 
know at 70 mph, or standing still,
A boy learns who is already lost
and who will be in the end.
He learns tomorrow may be a block of granite,
today is a ticking watch, and yesterday
belongs to the dream catcher.
A boy learns on the Rez.
He learns the future is a souvenir,
a trinket, fool’s gold, nothing at all;
he learns it is a blue jacketed bullet,
it is a bronze tipped arrow
-it is something dangerous
speeding through the Rez.