Smoky Hoss Poems

Made of light
and rousing grace
brilliant and bright,
natures perfection
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Just once more
before I have to go
take me out, to the old-time Rodeo.
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Poems are such unruly creatures
that weep in the dark
without understanding thier own grief.
they tear through the barbed wire fences
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I fell in love in 2004,
I fell in love
Sitting at the bottom of a Utah canyon floor -
It wasn't a woman
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The slow night air
Eases across my body
Laying so simple upon the lonesome praire
Under the western stars-
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Life touches both shores
That lap at the isthmus of living;
Water before
Water after
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Sunsets and migrating birds
red-rock canyons and buffalo herds,
John Wayne movies and old pickup trucks
high flying eagles and low flying ducks,
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What do we notice
when we look without observing?
What do we think
when we decide without understanding?
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The old poets
sit drinking and conversing.
Speaking with long words; parts
of forgotten phrases, and occasional cursing.
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Can anyone
Ever know another?
Truly see at depth
The magnificent mystery of the other?
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