ride outta town

ride outta town

A Poem by RuseInex

out in the open
left the last town
big city
L A lights burned like hell

surrounding cumulus clouds,
white,
white grey,
light filled,
drifting across the dome
of clean blue sky
free of con and chem trails,
for now

the wind chill moves across my face
it awakens memories of high pristine peaks
standing stark in intense bright sunlight
on the high plains,
filled with yellow grass,
rusty rocks,
brittle ground
burrowed with varmit holes

the dry air
the sound of a bird,
a horse,
its neigh,
its iron shod hooves,
like sharp flint on rock,

making it way,
rider on its back,
carried away to bounce
to my hungered ear,
like a bell ring,
clear,

even the sound of leather
squeaks almost as loud
even against the bit
with all those metallic rings and things
that go with the gear,
strirrups and buckles and such

with the clouds watching
from high above
to far down below,
to me,
my heart flares
and skips a beat

here i am
watching the rider and the horse,
with plenty of time to contemplate,
is it going to be another bad event?

how’s night gonna fall?
biscuits and whiskey washed down
with slow talk and rehashed news
or jerky and beans
followed with watered down coffee
followed with sleep?

or will it go south?
guns drawn
last sundown
with no more clouds in the morning
last night
no clear blue sky
no meadow lark
on high plains
no haunting chill of wind
blowin’ across rolling knolls
across your lovely southern face

morning comes
freckled cheeks
ruby lips of pure red
sparkling eyes reflect the sky
speckled with emerald green
my lovely dream
my lonely memory

you followed me
you spent the night
it's alright
body heat
sweet southern breath
past your sweet lips
into mine

that's why i love you
you don't take things lightly
you let love
move slow
you know what's yours
worth fighting for

into the wind we ride
freckled cheeks
ruby lips of pure red
sparkling eyes reflect the sky
speckled with emerald green
my lovely dream
my lonely memory
turned back real

© 2019 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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