Texan Sand Poem by Scarlett Irvine
Texan Sand
On a one-way to the west coast
Fifteen hundred miles to go
I thought to pull to the side of this deserted road
And walk till the glare of chrome was not so bright
'I'll be back in a few blue beast'
The rake of my hand in Texan sand
A little velvet box fell from my pocket
Dug deeper with both hands
Settled it's fate with a nudge of the toe
Drug to the side and stamped in tight
Don't know if I'll be back
How would I ever find it again
With no sign or landmark?
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8/28/2026 7:45:26 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Very interesting poem. It's intriguing like you want the reader to figure out a mystery from subtle clues. Wonderful flow and form. It's like I can hear the narrator and their voice and it's emotional tone.