Outlaws And Dust Poem by vince gullaci

Outlaws And Dust



The old cowboy
on his rocking chair
rode the old trails
through the falls
and into the valley
whatever was in the past
was buried in the past
whatever was in his prostate
was rampant.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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