T. C. Canon: Woman With Umbrella

In today's sunlight bleached ... The woman sit Covered by modernity in a complex view - Of purple printed dress exhaling his wit: A purple bag juxtaposes the old with new She seems to sit on the lowest green rows Of hill, her mocassin boots in a blue shade All her mystic Indianess about her flows Like sunlight through the childlike glade. And I before him stood a child amazed still With the uncorrupted pastoral of his world The unblemished lines of a rolling hill Stretched like a strand of fencing his love unfurled Denying the eyes temptation to things Grander than a pink sky above it all, one White cloud of memory like a tear brings The absent buffalo hunters from lost horizon