Collection Plate for the Palomino
preacher passed
around the collection
plate but they had something
different in mind
that palomino
cut from the herd
congregation knew
she was special
green meadow
where she roamed
god channeled the creek
and all hell broke loose
several bystanders
wild mare 'n god almighty
twenty five dollars boot money
or--collection plate money rather
one says to another you break her
that lucky one vaulted the saddle
landed upright on the wild mare's back
she bucked it off--let her eyes to the ground
quicker than preacher's plate passing
the woman threw a rope 'n landed her
collection plate money better spent
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
NAmaste
Tony
John
Love this poem, Ms. Sage!
Ragno Donna