In honor of National Cowboy Poetry Week

Filed Under Poegles

The Thinking Cowboy

The ridges of the Bundt cake
Look like the Grand Canyon.

Eight years ago I turned 50.
I was better off then.

Mostly self-educated in book learning
I have seen a river of stars

Fall noiselessly through nine heavens.
Hats, boots, lassos

Think long skirts for twirling
The glamorous chanteuse

And robust farm boys.
Lots of dancing

With other peoples’ partners.
This is something that my horse decided, not me.

We missed a turn a while back
And now we’ve been lost for two weeks.

-Editor (search phrase “thinking cowboy”)

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