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13 Desert Queens
BY WOODY REHANEK
Clearly, the Oct. 1, 2017 Las Vegas massacre which killed 60 and wounded more than 800 loomed large in our hearts and minds then and now. I wrote the first stanzas as art therapy because I didn't know what else to do. But these fictional stories of survivors keep me engaged because I'm hoping that the wounded find paths of resilience, healing, and forgiveness in order to live fruitful and meaningful lives. Life is hard enough, but to go through something like this, or Gaza, OMG!
How do we measure buoyant lives,
thunderstorms in desert skies,
supernatural moonlit nights,
children nestled by juniper fires...
******
Magdalena was our favorite
but we knew she was in trouble
adrift in margaritas
when they pulled her from the rubble.
Magdalena left the wasteland
& rambled on the earth
writing epic tales
about life & what it's worth.
She read B. Traven's tales,
struck creative gold,
& found a novel voice deep
in the heart of Mexico.
******
With Lama boots & Stetson grace
Dulce learned the hard way
you never draw to an inside straight
when the shadows slice & ricochet.
Riding high in the saddle
Dulce got a lucky break.
Her silver bit & bridle
saved her from the blade.
She was gracious & grateful
long after that disaster
& finally found her footing
as an acupuncture healer.
******
Ana finally hit the point
of no return real fast
working in a roadhouse juke joint
where designer outlaws burn & crash.
Ana left the roadhouse life
& swore off juke joint bands.
One day she left it all behind
to use her healing hands.
She moved down to Ensenada,
ate exquisite tacos de pescado,
became a physical therapist,
& married a suave Chilango.
******
Susana's on the road to ruin
dumpster diving like an alley cat
often blind to what she's doing
killing time with One-Eyed Jack.
Susana tackled One-eyed Jack
& collapsed in the shadows.
They hollowed-out together
shipwrecked in the shallows.
Then one day they found a way
to rise up from the ashes;
they sweated blood in Monterey,
sheltering the homeless.
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Esme turned to country rock
to lose herself in legends;
wandered on the boulevards
& tangled with the desert.
Esme saw the savagery
coming through the mirror.
She wandered through the wreckage
for many restless years.
She found her voice amid white noise
& wrote ranchera songs to treasure,
of broken hearts and brand new starts
on boulevards, in deserts.
******
Young Anita nurse chameleon
versed in cowgirl camouflage
mounted up in wired heart jeans
to chase a wild west mirage.
Anita tamed her wildness
despite the odds against it.
She found a patch of desert
to grow peaches and persimmons.
Her desert patch flourished
beyond her wildest dreams;
she opened a lush Oasis School
for kids with special needs.
******
Jasmine left the straight & narrow
to paint a patch of desert varnish.
By chance she met an old vaquero
who cured her of her anguish.
Jasmine left the poseurs
who didn't have a clue.
She sorted through the rubble
to find some shreds of truth.
She traced Toltec wisdom clues
beyond the blues & wounded
human nature; she became
a shaman & her practice saved her.
******
The east wind played a royal flush
scarleting the blinding sun.
Juanita braved the human crush
to nurse the lost, the weak & numb.
Juanita saved vaqueras
who hemorrhaged dreams & blood.
She led them all to safety
far beyond the human crush.
She felt attached to those
whose lives she'd saved.
They formed an a capella group,
singing sacred songs of grace.
******
Samantha was a real jewel
ghost rider wrapped in lingerie
at times she loved to play the fool
with horse thieves down in Monterey.
Samantha ghosted horse thieves,
cast off jewels & lingerie.
She worked with vet in Taos
& made art in Santa Fe.
In the red dirt pinon hills
vets learned to paint their dreams.
They watercolored chaos
& brushstroked healing scenes.
******
Angelina was a wrangler
pearl buttons on her blouse
she had a special way with horses
& lost herself in lonely crowds.
Angelina met her maker
that black Las Vegas night
another music fan
who crossed into the light.
Her remains were brought to Mexico.
She'd always been over the moon
by serenades in Guanajuato
& its catacombs & tombs.
******
Serafina real heartbreaker
rolled the dice & split the difference
free falling into rapture
far beyond the wild blue yonder.
Serafina, she just disappeared
into the wild blue yonder.
Some say her spirit lingered near,
some say it went much farther.
Serafina found herself in San Pedro,
Lake Atitlan, Guatemala.
After skirting the edge of death
she became a renowned partera.*
******
Smith & Wesson learned a lesson
dialing in Althea.
Drew a bead upon her knee
smack between the devil & the deep blue sea.
On brand new free titanium knees
Althea chased the blues away.
In La Paz she fished the turquoise sea
for peace of mind each day.
Althea basked in peace of mind,
raising kids & catching trophy fish.
Her stars were favorably aligned:
each day she basked in bliss.
******
Just sing like canaries in the Desert Queen mine
find sanctuary in troubled times
shape the soundtrack of our lives
& play the Queen of Diamonds one more time.
*midwife
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