JH (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

Texas Sun

in an old Ford pickup
we went looking for antiques
in the Texas dusty streets
of an unnamed western town

we enjoyed the air flowing from
rolled down windows, cool soda
from glass bottles, and grey clouds
blue bonnets covering the sholders

it was a lazy day, stress burned away
as hot peppers drying in the sun
happiness spread to smiles
heart beats of lovers, castanet's

late in the afternoon sun's painted
chapel celing, we stopped by a small
brook, layed on a blanket feeling utopia
watching, wanting, and whispering

by Joe Howell

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