swinging a pickax
unearthing rusty zippers
separating gold from dross
black hole in red earth
putting spade to clay poker chips
stinging centipede folds
broken wings
MIA copper bracelet in search
of Pleiades angels
stale mail from a railroad postal agent
one page letter written in sepia-colored ink
Andromeda stamp dealer canceled
fool's gold of religious mythology
heavy metal plays its tune
this century's plow to prairie inspiration
fertile open land
Western erotica and Cole Porter
Don't Fence Me In...
oh, give me land, lots of land
under starry skies above, don't
fence me in...I want to ride the
ridge where the West commences,
gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
can't look at bobbles and I can't stand
fences...Don't fence me in... [Cole Porter]
© Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist