I gaze far off
-Wearing a jump suit-
To the Home of the Kachina
Atop the great extinct volcanos
The flats now streaked
With blue-blood
And blood-red
Sands. Heaven,
White, is the 'eternal snow' up top,
But in August it is a byproduct of mere chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been to the Painted desert, and the petrified forest it is an awesome experiance.