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island coiffed pubic
mane on
fire,
she's in the Bahamas,
island of Abaco,
a creative spirit
of a mighty woman I
admire,
lying naked in a swaying
rainbow hammock,
150 miles off  Florida's
Gold Coast,
hoofbeats unstrung,
quiet as a lesbian
guitar refinisher
ghost,
supping expired milk from
a coconut
shell,
singing Billy Idol's Rebel
Yell,
in the midnight hour, she
cries moremoremore,

facing extinction,
8 Abaco Barb wilds,
four remaining mares
and one stallion now
back in their natural
habitat, the three other
stallions waiting for a
protected area,

the woman who made
her debut in the Patsy
Cline Hank Williams '50s
mighty like the 200 strong
pinto, bay, and roan
mustangs who made their
debut some 20 years
later in the Michael Martin
Murphy Pony named Wildfire
'70s, running through hundreds
of acres of forest, free as
the Sea of Sage she once
conquered, "there's been a
hoot-owl howling by my
window now for six nights
in a row, she's coming for me, I know
and on Wildfire we're both gonna
go," make your way back like the
Spanish Barbs...


"She ran callin' wildfire...she ran callin' wildfire..."

Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman