cowgirl
I’d no idea
my heart would leap
like a buckin’ bronc
when he lassoed my wanderin’ mind
with a sweet appellation
I’d no earthly right
to hear said:
cowgirl.
He pronounced it and we both lit up
like blazing cookfires.
Bootless
spurless
horseless
hatless
dogie-less –
but we did have a rope,
and owin’ to his unwaverin’ confidence
I gave it a mighty hurl,
clear to Wyomin,’
so’s the creek bed air
was split in two
and that water laughed
every one of our names.
