horse springs, new mexico

lately, i've all-to-often found myself here
when the crops are too few to work:

  daydreaming of a different time and place; myself a cowboy, rough around the edges--
  two months worth of scruff and dirt upon my worn and leathered face,
  the patchwork stains of whiskey on my once-white shirt, my tired limp
  from a bum leg; an injury gained from an inebriated run-in with a poorly-placed
  watering trough, and an itch located just beneath my trousers-- a gift given
  by a w***e called kate who fell victim to my masterful flirtations and charm,
  not-to-mention the three dollars i payed  for her considerable services. 
  (after two months of wrangling cattle in the high desert, a man has many needs
  that require fulfillment, and she took to each and every one with a religious fervor.)

the clap of thunder snaps me back
from my trance, and i awaken here,
lying next to you:
watching a storm roll over the mangas mountains,
washing our dirt infested valley clean
with much needed rain.

Author's Note

written for the creative poetry group new word challenge. week of 5/2

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

You have done an amazing job using the words for the group and the imagery is spectacular. I like how this is written like a story.

[Ruth]

This is awesome work jr:) Your structure is not only clever but it creates an even more claustrophobic atmosphere, which is great.

You have a knack of wording that which needs to be said and mo more, this is excellent work:) xx