The End of the Weekend
A dying firelight slides along the quirt
of the cast-iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness.
Improv:
A bowl weighted with water sits in the moonlight
Where shadows of movement dart between
The stripes of metallic through the blinds.
Propped on a desk sat a globe in drought
Compared to its usual snowfall. Where a pretty
'Kitty perched inside the sphere on a pumpkin.
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