How quickly she rides over from the wings
when she’s enlisted to take center stage.
Corralling retrograde imaginings
of macho men she’s eager to engage
in cowboy antics on a movie set.
With pistol, lasso, chaps, and riding boots,
how dauntlessly she takes control to whet
his appetite before she coolly shoots
some varmint in a face-off. Neither shame
nor awkwardness at sporting rowel spurs,
bandanna, or a Stetson stays her game
for blurring lines dividing his and hers.
And since she’s peerless in her dustup part,
he quickens at her unaccustomed art.
Frank De Canio was born in New Jersey and works in New York. He loves music of all kinds, from Bach to Dory Previn, from Amy Beach to Amy Winehouse, and the poetry of Dylan Thomas. He also attends a Café Philo in New York City.