Dizzy Dean told me to stop there
I had spent the night
Leaving, going deeper into Indian Country
Order the Navajo taco, he says

So I drive, driving deep onto reservation land
Foreign land, not for the white man
Park at the tourist center
Walk inside, sit at the counter
Order a Navajo taco

Indifferent native waitress
Drops a heavy plate in front of me
Largess fry bread adorned with beans
Tostada style

From my seat at the window
Broad, silent beauty
Pristine, protected reservation land
The taco fulfilled its promise