is seen from the driver’s side
of a jade green convertible:
the latticed prairie,
(starillions of yellow flowers and dusty shrubs)
greets a sky
woven of white and the blue of your eyes.
is sweetly scented on the wind
a sunflower sagebrush perfume
(laced with whiffs of cow shit and dead skunk)
and the warm aching stench of Tuscany cologne
which seeped into Jade’s pores
where Daddy sat just days ago.
is ahead, west, anticipated:
(the land lifting out of plains is a song I know by heart)
mazes of gullies and caverns,
networks of aspen and pine,
warrens of boulders and stone,
All plaiting mountain out of stardust.
My Colorado
(and you always remind me)
Is Home.
3 comments:
Grrrr-this poem has given me SO much trouble. please help! Be brutal!
And, Derek: I stole your line. It was so wonderful. If you want it back, I will give it back. :)
Take all you need, but know it's a reciprocal relationship. Although, I can't seem to pick out the line you used. I think you should combine these two--they both have certain things special about them. I'll write more under the other one just to spread things out.
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