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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The current is slow this time of year And along the banks one see how high Come the Spring and snow melt The swirls of flood can be. La Modessa’s sits squeezed Between the old two lane And the deep cut that here Along the swath of green Contains the season’s gifts. I walked in early evening Simply looking for a good meal And something cold to wash away the dust Of 10 hours along dirt ruts That shook the old truck into accepting 1st gear While I cursed getting lost Looking for Ben’s Y-BAR-7 And that load of horses. “Wrong turn back at Manesta” the old guy at the filling station said. “Should have turned left.” Too late now I wanted to eat She walked out of the kitchen With her raven hair tied tight Wearing the half smile of a joke shared Behind the swinging door and not yet Ready for the customers ears She looked good in plaid Always had And the shirt didn’t hide the soft curve I remembered of her throat Leading me to imagine again How her neck sloped gently to swell And carried the smell of pine “Been a long while” she said losing the smile. “been a fair bit of time.” I replied. “you eating?” was her reply “was thinking about it.” I stumbled. “You always did think about it” She laughed And I noticed her eyes Now guarded by a smoke of years Softened just a bit. “I’ll bring you something” she offered as I sat there not sure whether to run or grin. “Then,” she began “I’ll tell you about the time that’s passed.” “And you, Mr., will weave for me words of Navajo Silver” She left And I watched her backside disappear Through the swinging door and back to the place Where half colored jokes were told to pass days. All I could do was sit there And start searching for the words to paint Desert sunrises across snow streaked plains Dotted with mesquite And the ache of reaching Late into midnight for someone no longer there [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-17-2003 02:13 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
“And you, Mr., will weave for me words of Navajo Silver” ~*~ There's a lot to be said for setting silver... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
All I could do was sit there And start searching for the words to paint Desert sunrises across snow streaked plains Dotted with mesquite And the ache of reaching Late into midnight for someone no longer there ========================== and lord knows I am everyday grateful that you do... Cap? does this muse have a name? When I'm with you my eyes are so wide ... |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
This should be a painting.....always enjoy what you offer the reader.... Lauren~ i carry your heart with me |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
YES!! I love it! Okay...you've set the stage..now give us her name. More please sir? Hugs~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~ |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
For the last time....the very last... I pronounce thee "Mr. Smooth"... Ya gone and dun it again!!! Dang if I didn't like this...superb!! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"And the ache of reaching Late into midnight for someone no longer there" If there is a way...only you could do it right. "if you won't let me fall for you |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
I'm with Enchantress..please continue the story. believe in what your heart feels... |
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