Thursday, July 31, 2008

Whips Smart

Talking to him
i'm thinking
'i'm talking to a broken man...'
As if he's some wild mustang
and i
the whip-smart cowgirl in the rubber boots.

One town won't hold us
so we meet in the middle
to share what we both still love.

He drops her,
i pick her up
and when we part ways
the sun hits him on the right side
and me on the left.

Me upward, northward;
he down south,
back to the place we were at
before it all went to hell.

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