CHANCE

Posted on May 15, 2015 by | 5 Comments

 

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.

 

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5 responses to “CHANCE”

  1. yeoldefoole | May 15, 2015 at 6:15 am | Reply

    I’d buy books full of your stuff – jus sayin’…

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  2. Peter Notehelfer | May 15, 2015 at 8:20 am | Reply

    Your thoughts, just out of reach past suggestion, move the imagination. Thanks for the stimulating challenge . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sally Bates | May 15, 2015 at 10:36 am | Reply

    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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