The steady drum beat.

The high trilling voices.

The whipping colors

of the people.




The soft stomping of

moccasins upon the earth

matching the shush-shush

shuffle and swish of regalia.


Laughter springs up quickly

and spills everywhere

with the oooooh smells of

frybread and tacos. Ummm.




The precise layer of

clothing with every feather

placed so that all is presented

the right, good way.


Greetings and chin nods

say it all to friends, neighbors,

and even those who are

the “up ’n’ coming.”


The shimmer of sun, the

whistle of breezes together

pair for a perfect, blessed

long day until the night.

Ho-wah! Gotta get to the

49 or maybe see if I can

visit a bit longer before

it all ends so beautifully.

Maryam Marne Zafar , a native New Yorker (currently a Minneapolitan), writes poetry that is reflective of local and world events. An artist who is a collage-lithographer, she has had her work acquired by the Metropolitan Museum of Art and become part of private collections. Her day job is as a graphic designer, brand strategist, photographer, and writer, partnering with museums and cultural organizations, nonprofits, small businesses, and other artists and writers to inform and cultivate positive relationships with their respective audiences.

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