Tiny white clouds dot big blue Texas skies like mesquite and tumbleweeds
blowing along old highways- taking shape like a woman
catching a glance from a tall and lanky cowboy
who smiles and tips his hat leading to conversation
laced with flirtation and a nudge become an encounter and
a beer down at the local bar; maybe a scoot
across the saw dust dance floor, where he pulls her in close
giving off a hint he wants more, as his face leans into hers
loneliness, maybe love brings on a lingering kiss, something
either may or may not were looking for at the night’s end
morning light exposes a scene of rustled blankets, musty
bed sheets, an empty room over time filled with vast memories
like life under big blue Texas skies dotted with pretty
white clouds taking on shapes, reminding us of so many things.
© E. Stelling
