Final Sunset Commands Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Final Sunset Commands



I played out my string,
I ran my race

My chaps are frayed,
but spurs in place

Still one horse to ride,
with saddle in hand

That last trail awaits,
—final sunset commands

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2017)

Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cowboy
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