THE RESULTS ARE IN

Shrinking tribe of cowmen
and women at funerals play
the same songs, like

Riding Down the Canyon
in ever-changing light.
Otherwise alive and alone,

we glide miles of ranges
and ridges between us—
let the mind’s eye roam,

slowly digesting landmarks
on landscapes reminded
with details we had forgotten

until the song, until the stories—
watching together
the desert sun go down.

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