The Sisters and A Ukranian Princess

Howdy!

It's Ol' Coyote back again, with a yarn
or two. . . .

You know what, the sisters never made it
this far east -- in fact, two of them are
now in Toronto, enjoying that fine city.

But, where's the third sister? Is she
still in the Gaspe', or also making her
way to Toronto?

Well, now, moving on . . .

Guess what . . . I met a beautiful Ukranian
Princess. So, Ol'Coyote's been communing
with this Princess from a faraway land. ;)

Meanwhile, the mythical Maria, that lovely
black haired, black eyed, medicine woman,
has a special treat for Ol' Coyote. But,
what is it? She's not speaking -- she's in
that magical mood where she communicates
everything through her eyes.

While Coyote, he sits in the shade of a
shallow cave, on a rock ledge, dreaming
in slow motion of Maria, and of a Ukranian
Princess, while the hot desert sun
makes the horizon quiver in pinks and
purples and soft yellow.

And then there is mescal. Coyote has
spoken to mescal, while it has spoken
back in a rasping low voice, yet leaving
the next instance, travelling deep into
the horizon -- that soft yellow part
of it.

Ol' Coyote watches intently where mescal
walked -- watches intently, yes, but
even moments later, those mescal tracks
are covered by wind swipt sand.

So there he sits, the ol' fella, thinking
of Maria, of the Ukranian Princess, even of
Dora Cecilia in Saskatchewan.

Sleeping on a pillow of rose petals, Coyote
dreams . . . .

See ya,
LaurieC