a long shadow
cowboy boots, a long skirt
The Western Woman.
Ready to hike up the steep scrabble
To the old mine
Turquoise and iron, galena and copper
Bandannas to shield the men from
Relentless sun, their canteens hot,
Not enough water to quench the
Enduring thirst.
She’s a cowgirl but she’s not holding a
Pickaxe, only the edge of her skirt,
She gingerly steps up the slope
Anticipating lunch the next town over.
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