Westward
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1 min readJan 13, 2018
Think, I am in a dream
Riding with squinting eyes, westward
Through the harsh lifeless lands,
As the scorching Sun moves, westward
Seemingly familiar
Dusty hoof-beaten trails, westward
I come to sudden halt
A violent delight, westward
Puddle in a dried lake
There’s water after all, westward
Giddy up, thirsty horse!
Splash! My lucky hat falls!
But there’s no time to stop!
Plenty to drink and shop … westward
This is a response to the Imagà Imaginings prompt by Michael Stalcup and the mystery-filled, soul stirring photo by Christie Stalcup. It takes you on an wild western fantasy ride — a kind where violent delights have violent ends.
