Not Geena Davis

I do Love a woman

Who comes out fighting

Back against the wall

Who is not

Geena Davis on a waterwheel

In a poem where she struggles

In the bubbles - surfaces – a conch

And clam in her hands

Knife between her teeth.

I do love a woman

Who is not Thelma nor Louise,

Nor a flat earther in Dover believing cliffs

Have no edges – I do love her

And wouldn’t drive over, either.

I do love a woman, deeply

I do know myself, for what

Good is a conch and a clam

If the one that loves you

Cannot understand this trumpeting silence?



https://stash-of-poems.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-dives-like-geena-davis.html