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Windfall In The Canyon
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Windfall In The Canyon |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee 
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He was born from Red Canyon soil. Strong in heat, muscle backed From breaking horses, wild, to tame He was smooth in walk, but not talk For his heart was heeded, rare He slid the moon a smile at night. He danced from time to time, The diddy of the tumbleweed festivals. Met several ladies, and got knocked around. Like a pin`ata, he was hollowed out. He gave up on love and headed south Where the Mountains grew upside down. Made a home just outside the edge Of his heat seeking missile dream. And he and Jessee the Mutt, were pals. He thought life was pretty grand. Till the coyotes held the note high In lonesome waves of nightfall. Till Jessee scampered off, wilded gait. Seems even the Mutt could no longer stand At the feet of loneliness, he bailed out. He watched the sun roll in, casting shadows. By noon, even the saguaro seemed to slouch. The brushy bulls of the canyon took on The cactus with thorny horns, stuck Like Velcro, they died brave, and hot. He waited the rains like a sponge man. Smelling river water in the breeze. He sat in the rocker, boots propped up On a slatted Jack Daniel's crate, empty. Pulled his Stetson down to buy some shade And drifted off, the dusty red trail. She came, on tempest winds, swirling. Jessee, right before her, leading onward His bark woke him, startled, and foggy He rubbed his eyes, and sand entered in. He could swear, someone was standing Out in the dirt devil air, tumbling His senses dry, his mind clear. There she stood with wings of raven hair. Her clothes tattered like birch wood. Almond eyes, azure, mirrored the sky. Surely, he must be dreaming, slapping silly For She was blown in with the wet As White as a Gardenia in the rain. He fell out of the rocker and picked up As cool as if he meant it, stunned Hello! He called, and missed, for she Spoke not a word, just shook, and stood He coursed a back and forth motion Boots digging in heals, from fear of falling Off his dream. Jessee barked again! She was still there! And he noticed lashes Clinging to her face, and her lips Shivered full, and the legs of semi buckled Stance. He held out his hand to her And she finally took it, in wane Collapsing in wake of trust. She fell. As he grabbed a dream out of thin air. The winds picked up, and knew the door Needed blown open, in perfect timing For him to rush inside. Jessee stood Guard, meaning to bare teeth, if any Intruders came by, especially that night. He smiled a dogs smile, and heaved pleased. He covered her gently by the fireplace Fearing she was in some shock, as he Was shocked at her beauty, rare, Flower Of the rain. Her skin glowing pink now. He pictured her translucent, as the first wisp of dawn, meeting her tendrils, night. Her fingertips, the reach of the milky way. Her length of limbs, the skyline of his world. Why, who, what, when, where suddenly hit. She turned over, revealing vanilla heaven The curve of her back was pure, cream silk. Witnessed a Man, He died, right there, he died. In his ghost haunt he reached, to touch Ever so lightly the shoulder of sweet white. Jerking his hand back, so quickly As to reenter his body and soul, struck hot, he waited, forever it seemed For her to awake and open the sky again. She finally did, in morning's hue. As the sun filtered milky, through the panes He sat motionless, dazed, destroyed. From watching her breath, he hoped infinity. She sat up and startled, he backed up. Hands held out, in explaination of innocence. How he was a complete Gentleman, except For the single touch, he thieved, he lowered His eyes, to humble himself in her presence. She stood and stumbled forward, once again He caught the fall, and he steadied her, Himself, as the world fell down all around. She was ravenous for food, water, shelter From the storm, that now was blown, North. But She was still stirring in his veins. He asked several questions, slowly For fear of a language barrier, wide. She spoke nothing, just motioned for more Food, water, hugging the sheet so tight It plastered her statuesque, in mold. He was nervous from wondering, from crush He paced, confused and bewildered. What to do, What to do, What to do? Then finally, he made a decision to call The authorities, for a missing person's report. He'd ask if anyone knew of her identity. He picked up the phone and began to dial 911 Except, he only got out the 9 & the 1 And She laid down the phone. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, what a tale you have woven. Brings to mind some cowboys I have known. Did you ever hear the song Midnight in Montgomery? Reminds me of that in a way also. Just a wonderful write. Where do you get such depths of storytelling? Sandra |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Living....it's a great thing. I truly appreciate your input and comments. Thanks for holding out on such a long verse! Sincerely, Regina What lies behind us and what lies before us |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very interesting...lots of feelings in this one...James |
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maeve Member
since 2001-08-01
Posts 139In the Outback |
Regina, I love to read your stories. They keep me guessing until the end. Maeve Take me home to Erin's shores, |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Of all of the lines... "As he grabbed a dream out of thin air." the best. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great tale and well written! |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
James: Thanks for visiting my long verse! So glad you enjoyed! Maeve: I'm so glad I haven't worn you out yet! You are so good for my spirit. Lady: I like that one too. Thank you so much! Ethome: A tale it is. I wanted to write from the male perspective, but being female, I will say it was not an easy task. But I really did enjoy trying. Thank you all for reading! Sincerely, Regina |
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