Thursday, May 4, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 10

Notebook Crackles: 10

Hazy evening... not a bit of glitter
from rattlesnake skin... and plenty of cloud-
shade to honor spring's first thunderstorm.

There is this wait... locked into thirst...
tall, deep-green lush grass where there isn't sagebrush.

Long back, you placed money on song... on poetry...
busted corral boards, barn wood, cracked fence posts,
roll-over-you outlaw horses... toward the only grace.

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