The Hat Has Fits

The problem with romance
is spelling. Horizon too pretty to reach, too constant to ignore.

Stars cast their shadow
on the wandering soul,
home soil just a boot print.

Lonely whispers
ain’t the only sound
in the clouds.

When God wants to get away
He picks a lonely man
to walk it out.

The curve of a river
indicates
He thought about it.

There is a people
searching for repair
to damaged wings.

Settle down
is not a phrase
a mountain speaks.

Naming the beasts
is the first part
of a long song.

When she sings back
the coyotes mute
for the cowboy’s echo.