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Sep 4
Again, today,
the cowboy will close
his eyes
and listen to the hooves
of wild horses
all around him

knowing that
his well-trained palomino
will take him home
like a lover
who knows
what his lust wantsβ€”

knows the way to him,
through the black covers
of that dark roomβ€”

even as the returning
creates and then destroys the
greening prairie, the chambray wind.
Written by
Jonathan Moya  63/M/Chattanooga, TN
(63/M/Chattanooga, TN)   
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