Lewis & Clark

She feared his saltwater kiss
and the way his spine curved left
like a train headed West
where even good women couldn’t say no
to the blue eyes of the old men
and the quick tongues of the young,   

and as the bruises upon his neck
spoke into her in tongue,
her orchard began to bloom
in gentle wildflowers of red,
and her gown was then
already covered in wine.

Then Clark took her hand
and led her to the garden
where the serpent never falters
to take a fruit of the flume
of turquoise, and the eyes never
wane because the water
is so pure.




  


 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the photo and the description in the poem. The mystery of the past leave us with questions and make us ponder the real stories of the past. That is why it is important for writers to tell the truth. I like the thoughts and visions create by the poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
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