I want the desert to be my living room,
The mountains my teacher.
Silver, sweet iron and a blue heeler shall be my companions,
Maybe a Hannah Ballantyne sketch or two.
I love that the dream of who you might be,
Pushes me to be a better woman,
I want long hard days spent with horses, flighty cattle,
Greek poets, art, art
And more art.
If I was playing Cinderella and he was
He’d ask me to travel the world,
While slipping a pair of Bonds on my stockinged feet.
Tipis, wood stoves, big blue patches on levi covered knees,
Maybe a cherry pie or two,
Would add color to the grainy
Black and white film
Our story will become.
But I’m not Cinderella,
And most are afraid to love
Such a blue eyed,
Blonde haired mess.
Cigarette smoke swirls above my head,
Like my fumbling prayers to God above.
Fair warning sir,
It’s just life in the new,
xo xo Elizabeth