Smooth and stoned face
Flush and blooming
Pulsing in the flames
Of the fire between us
She looks different
Like a cowboy flick
That was once black and white
Worn thin by color
Gutted gully walls
Becoming quiet bosoms
For worn men
And their weary travels
Not so many miles tonight
Just empty spaces
And whiskey jars
It is morning somewhere else
I write poems with the stars
While the day breaks with stories
Laid out like breakfast
On small porch tables
The yolks split open
Like cracked suns
Filling the gorge
With a river of untold tales
Washing away the grime
The haze of rusty water
Washing away the leftover ashes
From the fire between us
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