← v1n1, Spring 2002
Poetry · Volume 1, Number 1

Zuni Ring

Bought a dozen years ago

Hammered silver & set with the stone that baffles

All admirers—sugalite—as dusty as a dark plum

Hung too long on the branch above

The wind-whipped fields a purple just

This side of a bruise its minute rectangular pieces

Inlaid as precisely as a Ravenna mosaic

This devotional band of silver monochrome

I've worn since we walked the yellow lanes of

The pueblo looking for some fetishes of silence

Some relics of adornment we might

Weld to us in the hope that whatever we carried away

Would echo through our bodies like this lightning

Stitching the gathering night