Tipi

They lived together in their lodge,

protected from prairie winds and rain.

Sheltered from the winter snows and warmed

by a fire in the middle of their home.

Watching each other’s faces, talking to one another freely,

they shared the expanse of the rolling plains.

Every morning they would rise with the sun

and walk hand in hand to the river.

Every morning the cold waters welcomed them, in a bracing embrace.

They plunged under several times each and

several times with arms wrapped around each other.

When they were done they felt whole and clean.

Returning to their camp,

the tingle of their skin awakened their souls

and made them thankful for another day together.

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