All the arrangements  were made so

We didn’t just barge into their

Sacred space, which they didn’t

Consider sacred at all, but a

Prison of the white man’s

Making – homes.

Their derision couldn’t be

More obvious – dirt floors,

Thank you. The tall, handsome

Man sat in silence looking forward

Into space as we brought in the

Bed frames and mattresses.  I had

Seen him proud in his regalia at

The Pow Wow, his dance moves

So smooth and sensuous.  The tall,

Physically beautiful woman welcomed

Us into their home. I had seen her dance

At the Pow Wow with her statuesque,

Sexy presence.  I have no idea what

They may have said to each other

After we left, but perhaps, he

Dreamed of wild horses running

Free in the Badlands while she

Thought of the kids and their new

beds.