Wool
cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel
–
sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems
cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel
–
sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true
–
reflections-
outside my window
a magpie
moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close
from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway
my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings
a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red
coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard
–
startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky
on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore
anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below