Colin found this cowboy poem

I Take My Readers on a Ride


Such things happened today 

as would make ten good poems. 

I choose not to tell a one. 


Instead, know this day is warm, 

the sun is bright, high cirrus

clouds foretell a change. 


That my hands appear unsullied 

is proof of nothing, my dogs know better,

for I carry odors of gunpowder


and blood and manure and straw and soap,

and no one knows how a state of grace

can come and go within seconds—


if life is better ended on an inhalation expectantly,

or an exhalation spent.






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Written on 2018-11-29 at 17:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting thoughts. The last line is wonderful.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
All at Coo & Co enjoyed the ride, otp. We like the interesting details, inspiring us to imagine all sorts of things :>o

The 'blood and manure and straw and soap' leads us to a birth, for example (although our FT has only ever assisted with guinea-births, so we may be very wrong here) :>)