Friday, September 16, 2011

After So Many Things

Finished breakfasts and
used condoms and
read books and
chewed bones and
worn shoes and
weathered hands and
so many lies and
lived-in homes and
old Texas and
tired horses and
parched throats and
rusty hinges
lies lies lies and
arthritic dog and
dusty bible and
cold soup and
dried up creek

What am I
to seek?

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