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Cowgirl Nomad

Published by broussardlana on April 5, 2017

She shows up

like a slim Mae West

wearing fringes and boots

ten shades gone is the ingenue

beneath a plethora

of wild ringlets

her mind delves and unravels

fades to sawdust memories

and tequila nights

She stands regally

in those polished boots

and dances

a sempiternal two-step

among cactus

once mistaken

for lily pads

As the whispering earth pulsates

in unison

to the beat of coyote songs

and the rush and roaring

of that

rambunctious wind

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  3. thecontentedcrafter thecontentedcrafter

    Ah, Passion!! I’m sure I was once like that! I owned some red cowboy boots that I was most fond of anyway! I must start keeping track of how often tequila gets a mention in your poems 🙂

    # April 5, 2017
  6. Debbie Debbie

    Might this cowgirl be a character sketch, Lana? She begs to have a short story (or something longer) to give her lasting substance!

    # April 5, 2017
  8. Just Joan Just Joan

    “ten shades gone is the ingénue” OMG, what a line! It’s as if by living, she has finally figured out what life is all about. The closing lines are awesome as well, dancing to the music of the earth, the rambunctious wind. Well done! 🙂

    # April 6, 2017

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