riding by a bar called " nn" where broken wine bottles trickle down sun-baked face of earth where barb-wire-type scar crawls over a navajo swollen nose trickling tears down swollen lips over chapped cheeks at home alone as casted silver buttons/visions fade into stoned grave flower images where a mirage of yei bii che quivers in brown red eyes of mine sadness, emptiness in a voice as a beggar behind a woven blanket in a photograph of navajo times the weakness of a spring sprout shows in drunken men and women only to have eyes glisten with greed for turquoise/silver eyes belonging to gallup independent readers riding by a bar called "navajo inn."