For you, I light a beeswax candle, now more precious than gold (the bees were the first to go.)
Writing by Marisa Gedgaudas
Art by Motel Gemini
The Future
Your eyes sparkle
as I tell you the legend
of The Great Salt Lake
And we walk side by side in the dust
until our oxygen runs low
The storms are quiet today
and it feels like a memory of being still
Back underground, I open our packets of feast
Uncork wine from the time before
grapes shriveled on their vines
Our liquid tree glows algae-green
and I imagine the sun through a canopy of leaves
For you I light a beeswax candle,
now more precious than gold
(the bees were the first to go)
I kiss you softly on the dimple of your cheek,
weave my fingers into a waiting hand
Together in silence we gaze at the ocean
a long faded poster that says
Wish You Were Here
About the Author
Marisa is a writer originally from Colorado who now lives on the windswept bluffs of Northern California. She is most inspired by the wild beauty is often found exploring the mountains of her childhood, the unspoiled Pacific coast, and the desert landscapes in between.
About The Artist
Motel Gemini is mysterious, but you’ll get to know them throughout this Wild West issue as they ride with us from start to finish.
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