Saturday, January 24, 2009

when do the compartments
come apart
ment all catastrophic
currents, currently
casting sad sidelongs
from the saddle
where is the sun
set
where is the mouth of the
red river
where is my piebald mare
why is this arrow
here
in my shoulder
drinking cowboy coffee,
the sky swallows,
the sand is speaking in tongues

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