My mind fills with thoughts of David
the only Navajo in my third grade class.
He was quiet and in those days
I knew better than to tell anyone of my attraction.
I wanted to brush his long dark hair
and play tag with him on the playground.
Years later I still remember how his jeans
hung crumpled over his moccasins
and how his long sleeved shirt barely
covered his bracelet... turquoise embedded in silver.
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