'Turquoise Tease' - Poem by Kelly Seale
The smells of the Rodeo is always what got to me.
Sawdust and hay, sweat soaked leather, natural animal smells.
I walked between fences, there were fancied up cowboys, reciiting; no, chanting to themselves, gearing up for one last hoorah.
'Snap! ' My camera comfortable in my hands, ready for that Pulitzer Prize winning shot.
My eyes noticed an aged man, both physically and spiritually-
His arms adorned with faded tattoos, propped up on the bull's fence, thinking to himself- Just one last time... Just one more ride...
'Snap! ' The bulls profile was next, 'Snap! ' Zoom! Snap! ' My eyes transfixed onto his; searching, connecting souls.
Suddenly, a shiver shoots through my body like a zap of electricity-
Bad Karma! Camera raised, poised to shoot; yet, with slight hesitation.
'Snap! ' In that fraction of a second that the shot was made, it had become special, sacred. The look in the animal's eye was captured in a three-quater profile shot. Not fear, but a fearful admonition. It was pure magic! I shivered again, so I moved on, past the bucking broncos, and close to the main arena.
Standing next to the bleachers, underneath the loud speakers-
A long, loud horn deafening my ears, blasted from above me, the barrel races were next, the announcer informed me.
She was bending down, tying the laces on her Arriots when I first saw her.
The noise from the loud speaker, her anthem. Boots tied, she dusted her gloved hands in the sawdust and dirt; then, slapped em' on her backside, leaving hand imprints.
'Snap! ' The sound of my shutter, a whisper compared to everything else.
She turned abruptly towards me, at my intrusion.
'Do you like what you see? ' Half irritated, half amused smile on her face.
I was speecless, as this cool drink of water gazed my way. Long dark hair under a turquoise cowboy hat, eyes as brown as honey, harlequin flecks of gold.
Smiling now; teasing, she removes her hat, flips her hair to one side, and ties a pony-tail in the back, then re-adjusts her hat. All the while, smiling back at me.
Turquoise glitter, turquoise tease-
Stunned, mouth agape, no sound escapes my lips, as she turns around and mounts her horse in a most graceful, fluid way.
The moment burned forever in my mind as she rode away.
-Dumbfounded, 'Snap, ' was all I could say.
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