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Tokpela: sky: the first world; in her mind,

she has designed an exhibit exemplifying

Hopi time and space. He sees the white sash

with knots and strands hanging from the trastero.

He sees the wild rose by the gate,

red nasturtiums blooming by the kitchen door.

She is pressing the blender button and grinding

cochineal bugs into bits; she is sorting

slides of Anasazi textile fragments on a light board.

He recalls when they let loose a swarm

of ladybugs in the yard. It is light-years

since she wove a white manta on the vertical loom,

light-years since they walked out together

to the tip of Walpi and saw the San Francisco Peaks.

Goldfish swim in the pond in the back garden.

The night-blooming cereus opens five white blossoms

in a single night. He remembers looking

through a telescope at craters, and craters

inside craters on the moon. He recalls

being startled at the thought, gravity precedes light.