Linda Goin
HOLDING PATTERNS
Coyote called a decade ago,
rousting her from hotbeds in the South.
A new animal instinct * snagging everything she had
not knowing what she'd need * including her voice
shut and sealed * branding irons of Revlon:
Hot Pinks
Georgia Peaches
Coral Seas * smooth as glass.
When she arrived in the Rockies
she dug deep adventure * ready to divine hearts
with the rod of reminiscence, harking * back to back
with a man who held her to primal law * gravity gone
sharing brief bodies of knowledge * sound impact
eagle's claw
bobcat's crawl
telling all * with courage.
She became skilled at the practice of tossing
turning herself inside out, hiding * one cold hard case
under blankets of receipts * tissue bouquets
baptized with leftover leaves * tobacco
buried in the bottom of her black Biloxi bag
one last
red hot
ghost kiss * for the South.
Date of Birth: 11/13/54 Location: Schaumburg, Illinois Email: info@goinhome.com Website: http://www.goinhome.com Publications: Mile High Poetry, Yankee Boy Review, Inscriptions Magazine Awards: 13 Colorado Press Association Awards in 1995, Poet of the Month, Poetry Superhighway, March 2001
