Posted by: steelcowboy | June 13, 2013

TIRED

Tired
he stops along the road.
The dust settles on his clothes
raised by passing trucks.

He lays back
the tattered blanket-roll
his pillow.
Clouds scud across the sky.

He sees a raptor
circling, circling
high and far away.
He blinks, and it is gone.

The sun sets
and he gains his feet.
He shakes the dust off
like a wet dog.

He shuffles his feet
leaving trails
on the dusty blacktop,
and turns West once more.

Following the setting sun,
a blazing orb
trying to hide behind the hills
extinguishing itself in the Pacific.

Like the hot love he felt,
once, in long ago
across the Earth
far from here.

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