TEPEES UNDER THE STARS
Electricity came to the Indians.
Moonrise, but no hunters yet.
Letterman, but NOT Colbert.
No more wood fires inside.
Fiberglass doomed the skin tepee.
Aluminum struts and siding.
Language translators work late.
Couples go to bed early.
On Mars, the huts looked familiar.
By midnight, the party was over.
The doctors and nurses hung their heads.
“Go the fuck to sleep!”
Her tepee was his secret place.
Only darkness from the elder’s teepee .
TEPEES UNDER THE STARS
Electricity came to the Indians.
Moonrise, but no hunters yet.
Letterman, but NOT Colbert.
No more wood fires inside.
Fiberglass doomed the skin tepee.
Aluminum struts and siding.
Language translators work late.
Couples go to bed early.
On Mars, the huts looked familiar.
By midnight, the party was over.
The doctors and nurses hung their heads.
“Go the fuck to sleep!”
Even Native Americans write at night.
Disengenious.. transparent as the teepee itself
TEEPES themselves.. i crosslegidly sit corrected
It was time for story telling.
Ghost stories ran through our minds.