Look over
a desert valley
raw red
rough red
smooth red
deep craters
and rising hills slightly
burning
and turning me
rosy healthy rolling
burnt.
Texas sun
broad-brimmed leather hats
sweet smoke and sweat and
tears
cooling to fall
onto reddened shoulders
frolicking romping
in grassy hills
mud-slingers
wrestlers
sweet
a story traced
by roughened fingers
across the plains
of my burnt shoulders.
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