Our father made
a blind dive
for rumored arrowheads
in a boiling sand
spring.
Our mother gave
gritty oranges.
We watched
the pit. Barbed
wire cuts pulsed.
He stayed under.
Hawks spun.
Our trespasses
are never
anchored.
Our father made
a blind dive
for rumored arrowheads
in a boiling sand
spring.
Our mother gave
gritty oranges.
We watched
the pit. Barbed
wire cuts pulsed.
He stayed under.
Hawks spun.
Our trespasses
are never
anchored.