I Flew into Denver April

By Adrian C. Louis b. 1946
I flew into Denver April.
Rock salt and sand peppered the asphalt
reflecting myself on a downtown street
where I’d paused on my route to smell lilacs.
The wanton winds chortled wickedly
over remnant snows in gray clumps of doom
and my heart soared gladly at winter’s death
but an hour later I had whiskey breath
at a dead end bar full of Indians.
A Winnebago woman waltzed with me
and told me how handsome I truly was
so I bought her drinks and felt her hips
and somewhere between the grinds
and dips she lifted my wallet and split.

Adrian C. Louis, "I Flew into Denver April" from Fire Water World. Copyright © 1989 by Adrian C. Louis.  Reprinted by permission of West End Press. www.westendpress.org

Source: Fire Water World (West End Press, 1989)

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Poet Adrian C. Louis b. 1946

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

Subjects Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Activities, Eating & Drinking, Travels & Journeys


A member of the Lovelock Paiute tribe, writer Adrian C. Louis grew up in Nevada and earned a BA and an MA in creative writing from Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island. He has worked as a journalist and an editor and was a cofounder of the Native American Journalists Association. His novel Skins (1995) was made into a movie of the same title in 2002, directed by Chris Eyre. Louis has also published a collection of short . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Activities, Eating & Drinking, Travels & Journeys

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

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