Small fire
Sage, cedar, sweet grass, tobacco
Small smoke
Cold wind on and faces
Tall trees
Sky cloudy
Smell of smoke so sweet
Red dresses wait
Silence
Woman's voice
Spirits cry out to come home
Spirits all around
In the smoke, in the smoke, on the wind, in the sky
Come home, the elders call
Welcome, the trees call
Call the spirits to come home
Only respect hem
Only love here
Come home
Home.
One candle, like a beacon,
Illuminates one red dress throughout the night.
Dawn came. Rain came.
School children came to pay their respects.
By noon the dresses were gone.
—Amber Harvey