Donna Suttle
Purple, I Think (or Elk and UFOs)
By midnight I am beyond the continental divide
Miles from any sign of habitation
And I have the road to myself.
There are only two things to watch for:
Elk and UFOs.
Elk are abundant, as are mule deer and antelope,
UFOs are a little more scarce.
I do see a falling star and
Dean Martin's voice urges me to catch it, put it in my pocket.
You know, my sister-in-law saw one once,
A UFO.
From that day forward she kept out a lock
Of silver white hair when she dyed her hair.
So from blond to black to red
And once due to a chemical incompatibility
I swear it was purple.
She had been on a remote South Carolina road
When she spotted a large, cigar shaped object
Hovering above the road.
Living up to her rep as a feral and daring woman
She pursued it.
When she topped a hill and found it
Sitting just a little off the ground in a tobacco field
She stopped and watched it for about fifteen minutes.
The the whole thing got just a little too creepy
And she backed her car off the hilltop
And raced home, missing a day's work.
She seldom spoke of it,
However; the story was forever visible in the streak of silver hair.
She is gone now. Died this week.
Perhaps I will dye my hair in her memory.
Save for a single lock of silver.
Purple, I think.
Other El Morro Area Poets...
Jack Carter-North Tom Davis
Marge Gross Sandy Rupnow
Donald Sharp Donna Suttle
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