The juju cowgirl
Came like Venus straight out of the water--
Her horse stepping high,
And her hat brim pulled low.
She swayed in the saddle like a prom queen's last dance,
Holding the reins loosely
As she passed the factories, row houses,
And on past a flock of taxis at their stand.
The juju cowgirl only knows one way to kiss--
Like it's high summer in the mountains.
Just before she left,
She painted a moon and stars mandala
On the soft skin of her best girl's back.
She kissed her hair and both shoulders,
Falling across her like yellow sunlight through lace curtains.
Now she wakes up sore
And still in the saddle.
Past the smokestacks and train tracks she rides;
Her horse tosses his head as they cross an endless dirty steel bridge
With the buses and pick-up trucks
High above the wide holy water.
The juju cowgirl loves the prairie grass
And the hot sun from an empty sky;
Leaving the city at night,
She stops beneath the orangey sodium lights by the freeway entrance.
There is only cool air and the miles ahead.
The juju cowgirl will find her way--
She will use magicks, leather, and horse sense.
She will navigate by the stars,
And no matter the distance or the passing days,
She carries the charm you gave her
And if she loves you
You will know.
for magpie 40