Bordertown

December 10, 2010

She would still turn heads

Fron the filling stations

To the four star destinations.

She ought to bottle that laugh,

To drink,   in dryer times.

I think the sky, some, scolds us

With dryer, dryer times.

Her history’s  no  mystery.

She was born on a border town.

She’s heavensent with resilient,

But cursed some times too   down.

Her calling is she feels all too much,

Her failing .. not much of me.

Most time, though far, there’s no one nearer.

The rest time,   too far,

 too far to hear her.

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One Response to “Bordertown”

  1. “She ought to bottle that laugh,
    to drink, in dryer times.”

    Aaah… we all should have cellars full of such things. Just right.

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