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,
Sight unseen.
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
Price Charming,
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,
Old airplanes
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,
Wild West.
xo xo Elizabeth
This was fabulous all around!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm stoked you liked it, thank you so much Amanda! :)
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