Think I’ll go see the Wigwam Women
they feel what I feel,
covering ground on purple evenings
when there’s a mist
rolling.

I kayaked the love affair rapids
and out on the lake of forgotten pain
made camp on happenstance island
then came back again.

At the inconvenience store
I couldn’t get ammo, beans or meal
now I need to see the Wigwam Women
need to heal.

If I rode out now past the empty claims
and fossils and rusting bogies upturned
to the wildfire free valley
where no boats are ever burned
where the hunting’s still good
and the gathering is real
I’d see the Wigwam Women
They feel what I feel
They feel what I feel