A Long Way from Home

I pass two cowboys

standing next to their truck

on the side of the road, hood up

dust, grime

I do not stop.

I have a long way to go

and there is nothing,

I mean nothing

but fence, land, mountains

and the distance.

A dot moving on a very long, straight line

Only more land,

between here and there.

It sucks for them

but I drive on

somewhere between here and there

and offer a small prayer.

May help find its way

towards two rough cowboys

a broken truck

on the side of the road

a long

very long

road.

Street Light

One street light

yellow like the lollipop

in your hand

while sitting on the park bench

sunflower summer dress

cool in the heat of pigeons

looking for something something

anything to satiate this eternal hunger

that we all share

day after long day

by the light of the lamp

that turns us towards the morrow

and I must go now

really, I must go

bye now

bye

Sunset

Unless we can measure the distance

between heartbeats

time stands still

and the sun halts just above the horizon

indefinitely.

I hear the symphony

suspended in the mist

of a thousand waves

and I imagine

the patience of silence.

Between heartbeats

you and I float

in an open boat without paddles

on an ocean of memory

In measured rhymes

towards the consolation

of a single sun

suspended in amber

that refuses to set.