In the All-Verbs Navajo World - William Stafford
Left-alone grow-things wait, rustle grass, click-trunk, whisper-leaf. You go-people miss the hold-still dawn, arch-over sky, the jumps-everywhere glances. This woman-world, fall-into eyes, reaches out her makes tremble beauty, trolls with her body, her move-everything walk all-now, our breathe-always life extends, extends. Change. Change your live-here tick-tock hours. Catch all the flit-flit-birds, eat the offer-food, ride over clip-clop land, our great holds-us-up, wear-a-crown kingdom.