Here is where unfurling functions best,
Bolts of calico and honest to God purple
Velvet skirted Dine' lady, noble mejor, she

With her Zuni concho belt and squash blossom
Pendant perhaps honoring the blossom, per se

Doubt free, this is us, joined at the verbs,
Linked like fibers in a thread twisted for years,
Followed back, through lists of favorite things,

Inevitably the original grammar **** returns, with a
Vision, made plain as day, once, nations are made of
Us, we the people who use these living words to make

Peace, where none has been, in living memory,
But we pray today, any way, we expect yes, let peace

Reign locally, the whole world gets the idea and
Trumps the fool at the table betting truth is not God.

Sub-rosa, eh, a rose is a rose, Gertrude told me.
The Lie, that all men are not liars, is oft sold little thinkers,
And that is the truth each tells itself, we are chosen ones.