A dream.
Out of the mist.
A thundering stampede.
HE was leading the charge on
An enormous white buffalo.
He is standing on its back.
Arms outstretched, tears of love flowing.
Charging into a hail of bullets he lets an arrow fly.
Giggling now, he gives me a wink and flips me the flute as he storms past.
It's over.
I am back in my tepee.
Sharing some sacred tobacco with HIM( how did we get here?)
Have I crossed over to the insane? Is HE real? Am I real?
Is he here to kill me?
HE stands and says "You're not getting the flute Billy" then slams the flap shut on the way out.
I hear him drive away.
I open the flap and scream at my house for more Sake. After getting no response I hurl the empty bottle at the chicken, spin around and scream "FUCK YOU" to the sky.