Rodeoin this town. Also Bliss Mahan. There is instant weather and old is welcome. I'm no morning star. I don't believe in holy cities. From the window there is nothing but the ash-blond as queen in her blue dress. All the intimate and pale strangers bring the east wind and rain. My daughter points to the sky, to the tender red on the black clouds. __Michael Poage |
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