The White Buffalo
My brother and I,
while
in our bunks beds,
would
peer out our
window
to the west.
at night he would appear.
Him,
who the Indios
worshipped,
we knew we were
lucky.
we knew we were
safe.
with all the horrors
and
dangers of the dark
He lived
motionless,
between the trees
and bushes,
The moonlight on his
back,
His pearl coat
shining,
The white buffalo
protected
us until sunrise
By A.J. Ortega
Biography
A.J. Ortega is a writer from Texas. His writing has appeared in Rat’s Ass Review, Poetry Quarterly, Rio Grande Review, Door is a Jar Magazine, American Book Review, Dreich Magazine, The Loch Raven Review, and others. He is an active member of the Popular Culture Association, where his presentations focus on combat sports and Mexican American identity. A.J. produces and hosts Writers and Fighters: A Podcast.
This is so gorgeous and the structure is very tidy yet powerful. Well done!