Squinting into
hot sun
melting emotions
along a wrinkled forehead
beneath a wide brim
like generations before
reach into grains of dirt
sifting through callused hands
searching for reason
time refuses
to stand corrected
four walls fall
from each direction
without sound
into thin air
its getting harder to breath
bread burns in the kitchen
children call for their mother
who was lost in the night
tress finally uproot
sway in the wind
drunk with envy
at the sky falling
to its knees
over cattle
laying down to sleep
as the last cowboy walks
with an empty holster
worn wranglers
can no longer brace
a wide stance
on the edge of the range
looking back
loosing perception
of the land.