Freedom Hunter

Hosting life
on earth,
or in a
deep ocean,

She will put
you in a
spell,

for she is the
Freedom Hunter,

heading towards
you.

Her hot winds
sandblast
your town,

The sky turns
white with
controversial
dust.

Donkeys jaywalking
thank the
Freedom Hunter,
applaud her
with a
bray.
(asses with a mind)

Before she comes,
she will
drink beer,

talk about how
she will
arrive,

for she is
an
Outlaw
far and wide.

There's no
limit to
her trend,

where the
unknown
and
forbidden
are thought
to be the
same,

where society
lives in
mutual
ignorance
of one
another.

The Freedom Hunter
has no
proper darkroom
for her
undeveloped
motion-picture
film

stored in
the waves under
the hooves
of the
pony,

her
Black Andalusian.

Freedom Hunter.

Copyright 2005 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist