A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

the worker

southwest of survival
and alone with her native
american braids she is
wrapped in the colors

of her heritage a navajo
blanket draped loosely over
her back hugs her hunkered
shoulders she weaves

suede laces in and out
with her calloused pueblo
fingers aged in senior citizen
grey stitching indian maid

moccasins with daily quotas
she meets at the unheated
minimum wage factory table
owned by a wealthy anglo


Poem by  Janet Cannon

Previously published in
Southwestern American Literature
(Texas State University - San Marcos)