Lost Feather Haired Boy

by Matt Cooper

You left Earth and Crazy Horse winked at me, granny.
It wasn’t fair. But I know that you were really his after
All. It’s been 1800 moons and still the tears are falling
Like the Arkansas river after Indian summer. “St. Louis
Got the best of me over and over and I wish you were
Still here with me,” Tom Waits said in my ears tonight
As I cried being the lost boy that I am. My heart is open.
Though there will always be the scar on my soul where
The ancestors will Sun Dance at midnight because they
Know I need you. I need you now and you are as the
Buffalo, roaming the stars. God damn it, I loved you!

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Matt Cooper is a Lakota Sioux writer working based out of Wichita, Kansas. He is also a teacher and a graduate student at Wichita State University. Cooper writes,  “It's an honor to be blessed to tell my story and the story of my family. We are Sioux!”