Nadda Cowboy Blues

onwards, always

your wagon hitched to another horse
galloping away

as you ride
let me be clear

I’ll sit by this fireside
a cowboy guitar
rusty harmonica

mournful blues

if you could see my eyes
they’d plead for

sitting at the table
I showed my whole hand
every card in plain sight

if you’d shown me
we would still be together

out here on the prairie
in the blowing rain or
demanding sun

but I’m not a cowboy
and your horse
is gone



Suffering Love Laughing At Myself is the first poetry book of Adam Fletcher Sasse and is available at

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