For the Love of Frybread            

Driving the highway in my rez rider,
        A big chevy pow-wow van
         Following directions with the Circle
                 in my hand
Five minutes till grand entry but i got
         plenty of time
cuz as you know this INDN runs on 
         his own time
frybread now in the mouth while tying
        the roach with a snug knot
one eye in the mirror, other on a passing
        jingle dress that looks real hot!
  No time, but i jump in line, right behind
        the "Frybread Express" booth
  She makes small talk, "Who I am? Where I'm from?
So with sweat on my forehead I stutter
            the answers that sound real dumb
  She smiles a smile like she already won me over
So she turns around and leans into my shoulder
   I gently nudge her to the side
                         with the smile of a tease
  and ask "Can I have one frybread please?"

by Michael J Crow 
New Voices (Native Youth @ The Circle news / Mpls)