HALF SMILE

Rodeo days

slip into his

dreams

 

he owns a

crooked walk

from a youth

of injuries

 

unshaven

 

a tipped hat

frayed collar

faithful jeans

boots full of

stories

 

wrinkles honor him

of places forgotten

and doors

left open

 

dogs watch him

without growling

as he moves on.

 

 

 

 

 


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