Custer Cafe Eat and Warrior Song (trans)

Custer Cafe Eat

Shy Indian girl.
Her hands
do not know where they are.
Her legs
falter at the knee
like a pony's.

She walks
along edges
of tables.

Her faded
brown dress says
I am not here.

Her dark hair,
her skin, say
I am not here.

She stops, turns.
There,
in her hair--
a bright
red ribbon;
and in her eyes
a dancing
like minnows in clear water.


Warrior Song

This is the way it happened:
I was courting when she said
You don't have any horses.

Now I'm roaming
all over the earth.