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a local navajo icon
died the other day.
he lived past that time when he could be compared to a shooting star burning bright, then burning out. he did burn in his own way. but instead of flaming through the sky in a blaze of glory, he glowered through his prime then merely slipped into a comforatable orbit close to all worldly pleasures. a dirty chunk of ice cruising around & around, in the dark night of space, never seeming to learn from his mistakes, until the other day, when it snowed, and he slid through the atmosphere & bumped to the ground. during the burn & the subsequent cold orbit, was he someone's sunrise, sunset & bright full-moonlit-night? i hope he was... to me he was chaos with a sahara thirst. always wanting a ride, a phone call, a jump for his friend. he was the proverbial "give him an inch & he'll take a mile." one local call became a month of long distance phone calls. one jump became towing a truck full of glaani-s all the way to red valley. perhaps you needed special glasses, or a different frame of mind to warm your hands from the fire of his life. others might write this story differently. those that knew him really well, i was just his neighbor. |
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