Tears welled up then rolled down Laughing Water’s cheek
as she gazed across the great gorge
at the huge, thundering, waterfall.
Her gaze then turned toward Dancing Bear who would soon be
deploying to Iraq for his third tour of duty.
He was bronzed, dark eyed, with jet black hair.
Dancing Bear was the pride of his Indian tribe.
She thought, if only he could have stayed for just one more day,
but orders were orders. He had the train tickets in his pocket.
Small talk then more small talk was made.
And with one last embrace,
he swept her into his embrace and his kiss.
The memory of him would live in her heart forever.
In an instant he was gone.
And Laughing Water gazed again
across the gorge at the thundering, roaring, waterfall.