Greyhound Window

On a greyhound, watching the fields tear past

Small towns, eager to be on the map

“Lucinda’s Pie! World renowned!”

Who is Lucinda?

Did she grow up here, in the open sky?

 

Texas warmth seeps in through the windows.

A/C on my feet, toes almost frozen

Arms and chest are toasty in the loving sun

Corn fields wilting in the heat

Weeds sprout and thrive, choking bluebonnets, covering oak

 

Bathroom Break

Convenient store

Old woman pulls out a pack of cigarettes, smokes quickly

Back on the road

 

A cow lowes across a field, stuck in the mud of a pond

Thirst overcame common sense

Now the cow will die, unable to reach food

It is a harsh world, but it is also full of life and meaning

For now the birds can eat, the coyotes can eat

The pond has natural fertilization again

 

All is seen with quiet eyes, forgiving eyes

Everything has  a reason.

Texas is warm but harsh, loving but not so forgiving

You have to adapt to the cool ponds

And accept the mosquitoes, eating you alive

 

“You need an RV! Stop in today!”

The window gives everything a gray tint

The blue sky is still clearly blue and the sun, still bright

And loving.

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