Just a Little Cowboy

I love the land
where cattle dwell,
where dirt
is ground
and burned
to dust.

The air
is warm
and thick
and muffles up
the sage
that tricks
the nose
in gentle
waves.

The egrets
tick their heads
and follow fast
the horse’s hoofs,
while I ride
on leather hide
and turn
my back
to look at you
and chew on
stems of grass.

Don Cadwallader

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