Hour 3–High Desert Claim

If I could speak

I’d remind you that I started out fresh

shelter to youth

the boy still shiny

working fences

above the tree line

He stayed too long

thought he could keep the wind from his heart

but it tore right through

Funny thing is

those down on the flat

forgot about him

No one saw him fall

He didn’t so much die

as evaporate

care was not taken

and the calendar stopped watching

moonlight rattled the windows clean out

Wind pawed the walls

done peeled my tar

my skin ‘most gone

those UV rays

and time

have a way of

having their way with ya

and wood stays wood

for only so long

and the wind takes us all

in the end



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