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mintage ride, the other
side, the eagle held arrows
and an olive branch, I acquainted
myself with many a frontier ranch,
looking for the last Morgan Dollar,

so important to me,
obverse, Lady Liberty,
saddled, striking out across
the Nevada prairies, Comstock
Lode, like whiskey wildfire I rode,

wolves and buffalo,
my companions fed high
on silver bullion and rye, the
Carson City Mint my destination,
horehound and licorice rationed,
all out, pussy, essence of emporium,
hemp rope, hickory, cinnamon, clove,
saddle soap, the sense of smell and taste
is the strongest linked to memory,

your wooden floors
treated with sawdust and
oil, I walked across the creaking
floor boards, how I love that sound,
my spurs jingled my arrival, you were
so beautiful, Lady Liberty behind the
counter, stocking cans of Bag Balm to
soothe my udders, how a woman loves
her breasts annointed with sheep lanolin,
my nipples raw and chafed from prairie wind
in search of you, the last Morgan dollar,

undressing you, I see
your mintmark appear,
CC, Carson City Mint,
1878 I f***ed you, circulated
you into women's history, I cried
when you came, Lady Liberty readily
obtainable, in mint condition after all of
these years,

you came out, with
spoke stain to freshen
your wagon wheels, ready
to ride another trail, I caressed
you with my fingers, put Lady Liberty
to my wetted lips, kissed you with the
horehound in my mouth,

mintage ride, the other
side, the eagle held arrows
and an olive branch, I acquainted
myself with only one frontier Mercantile
looking for the last Morgan Dollar, I left it
on your counter, wasn't long before they melted
you for your silver content, replaced you with the
Peace Dollar,

once again, we feel
the fire between our
thighs, native bluestem
and Indian grasses, sending
our womanly roots deep into
the sod, a ferruginous hawk
alerts of us a steel plow and a
hay rake, they go well with the
Peace Dollar, in the crested wheat
grass, horehound in my mouth, your
thighs on prairie fire, my tongue inside
you, a lozenge of inspiration...

I...


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

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Sage Sweetwater creates an entertaining slide show via photo cube in multimedia for her historical lesbian western poem An Epic Tale: The Last Morgan Silver Dollar.  Can be viewed in Sage's July 2007 blog for archival purposes.  Enjoy a piece of women's history written by Sage Sweetwater.
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