Perfectly Balanced Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking to country western music, rustling along through the
memories it stirs up like dust from a dust storm on an Arizona
highway, perfectly balanced and totally into the atmosphere.

Following rhythms as they travel through the crowd, settling
for a bit on each and every person enjoying the music.

All of here at the Rusty Spur Saloon in old Scottsdale, music
going down, getting intense, taking this pen with it while
writing prose for the future of another generation, genu-
flecting in our minds, feeling blessed by the energy of
each song.