Indian Boy Love Song #1

2011-09-01

Everyone I have lost
in the closing of a door
the click of the lock

is not forgotten, they
do not die but remain
within the soft edges
of the earth, the ash

of house fires and cancer
in sin and forgiveness
huddled under old blankets

dreaming their way into
my hands, my heart
closing tight like fists.

Reprinted from The Business of Fancydancing ©1992 by Sherman Alexie, by permission of Hanging Loose Press.