Run little boy run   
Catch the morning in the pasture brush   
Catch the sharp sun from the Yucca blades   
Run   
Make your noise across the field like a lark   
Run in your morning after your fleet sister   
Catching the sun from the notes of her laughter.   

Stand in your cool doorway, old mother   
Stand in the shadows of your house   
Stand in the aroma of the morning and dream   
Of town on Saturday night.   
Dream of old times and forget the long hot day   
Coming over the ridge   

Get out of bed young girl and comb your black hair   
Dream into your piece of mirror   
Of whom you like. Make him up, young girl,   
In your warm dark mirror.   
Conjure his image with ancient sayings   
And make him beautiful for this long hot day.   

This day burns clean, burns all that was--   
White heat whitening, making earth stir for you   

Resplendent sun blinding, burning the desert   
Into red flames and clearescent   
Rising waves of aura--   
Incandescent sand where dust throated man   
Eyes buried in sun-etched folds of skin   
Stands shadow magnificence   
Against the rising disk of light