Dry hills soft, come dusk
before a promised chance
of rain, blond fuzz
of empty-headed grasses
teased by gusts
beg to embrace me,
to become lost
in the folds of canyons
and draws, absorbed
as someday I will be.
Dark breezes stir the senses
with anticipation,
transform baked clay
to breathing slopes
of warm flesh
and I am comforted—
home at last,
a chance for peace.
I’d buy books full of your stuff – jus sayin’…
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Careful. Gotta a bunch for sale, quantity discount!
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Your thoughts, just out of reach past suggestion, move the imagination. Thanks for the stimulating challenge . . .
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Hey John – – do you happen to have any copies of BLOOD TRAILS? We have some veterans that are involved with the Gathering in Prescott and I would really like to make them available to them if possible. I was finding some on amazon.com for a while, but I think those who have them are not turning loose!! thanks sally bates Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 12:41:35 +0000 To: cowboy.connection@hotmail.com
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Beautiful.
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