Thursday, May 19, 2016

Straight Ahead: 12



Straight Ahead: 12

Later you wander to a gated pile of pasture rock.
You daydreamed a Western movie outlaw horse
would meet you at a fence.  The sky moans misery.
Another fly-over jet.  Ditch-tossed white funeral roses.
Oh... the Heaven of early ne-er-do-well Resistol years.

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