One Last Dance

My heart stays in Wyoming

but Montana calls my name

My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’

as my soul goes north again

Cody up through Beartooth Pass

Cooke City just below

The Great Divide off to my left

the glaciers ringed with snow

I stop to mourn the western tribes

as dark clouds form above

The war cry of Tasunka-Witko

crying out with love

My spirit loose to roam the land

the great Oglala’s words I hear

Two kindred souls in one last dance

—as Wakan Tanka draws us near

(From ‘Searching For Crazy Horse’: February, 2017)