Enga mellom fjella

Born without a golden belly-button

Born without a golden belly-button

         for Zachery at Butterfly Herbs

Zach fled Helena to be born again
in black and silver piercings,
no gold adorns his head.
He speaks in bell-like tones
of Missoula's underbelly, unafraid
to walk those alleys
born from silver, lumber, railroad
spikes, not gold-bricked streets like Helena,
its gold-specked dawns and gold-streaked noons,
its golden bells that only ring
for fellows born to gold.
Born without a golden belly button,
Zach now calls Missoula home.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.398] 2007-11-27

Another tritina-like poem. The repeating words are born, gold, bell. The morphemes should repeat about every 8-10 syllables in this poem. I underlined the ones that are pertinent. It is not presented in tritina form, because I like this better. The last line is added so that the poem makes sense.

ME:

It's hard to be in a town without friends. I meet people constantly. But ... it would take living here and time to make friends ... On days like this I feel old. In some ways, I'll be glad to get home. However, I'm getting out every day and doing something.

Yesterday, I road Midnight Rose on "A Carousal for Missoula". The workings of the carousal originally came from North Tonawanda, New York. Not sure when it came west. Need to call my mother and ask whether I rode this carousal as a child. The individual ponies have been lovingly carved by Chuck Kaparich and others. As for riding a carousal ... this one is fast and I get motion sickness and I have height issues. The woman running the carousal showed no mercy.

Had deep friend oysters at the Dinosaur Cafe. First time since I got violently ill in Colorado three years ago. So far, I'm doing okay. The cafe at the back of Charlie B's on Higgins is known for its Cajun menu.

I'm at Butterfly Herbs. Like it here. Got to speak with Zach and give him a hand-written copy of the poem. Life can be good.

Montana: 33 degrees. Cloudy and a storm coming in?

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