Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Straight Ahead: 17



Straight Ahead: 17

It's just over the next sagebrush hill, a steamy bowl
of rice pilaf, yesterday's refried beans, quartered
tomatoes, crumbled burger, melted cheddar slices....
Doc Holliday cough-rasps in your ear.  You wake:
arthritic hands, hunger gone, no grip for pistol or ball.

1 comment:

  1. Dreamscapes in your photo and words...wonderful~

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