Some Cowboy Scene

She said 
we had an august agenda –
sprawling synergy
stapled with the smell
and hooves
of cowboy dreams.

We filled our quota of touches.

So I said
and she replied ‘takeover’,
tipping her brim
towards the shadows,
took the safety off her gun.

The distance lies unrehearsed,
blank under the sun.

Will the wind change our ways,
or will this be just 
another cowboy song?
I’ve brought along my guitar
but I can’t sing,
can’t whip my dreams along.

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