Trails lead to stables of crop and canvas.
Hay for the horses
I step out on the porch overlooking fortune
desperately dressed in dust
Drenched in dust
Depression is great
within the bowl.
Scarecrows, candy men, and the American Mythology
live in the middle of nowhere
Seasons of planting, irrigating hearts
trying to patch up overalls
Dogs run without leashes
much like your mouth.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music"