Jan
25
In honor of National Cowboy Poetry Week
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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”)