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Monday, July 24, 2017

Tonight's Poet Corner: The Last Frontier

The Last Frontier
by Belinda Roddie

Kissed a girl in Skagway:
She tasted like men's cologne
and sweet molasses. She had
the mouth of a mine and veins
forged from gold. She was dressed

to the nines in flannel and black
boots, and she told me that her great-
great-great grandfather had found
a fortune while the Yukon still
bore fresh footprints on its face.

After we kissed, she let me stay
in a lodge with log shoulders tanned
by the Alaska sun. I never
made it back to the cruise ship;
I wonder if my wife misses me.

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