Across the
street strode the young,
blazing
blond, cowgirl.
I couldn’t
help noticing
her long,
strong, prairie-burned, legs
above the
tops of her scuffled boots
and below
the fringe of her jean cutoffs.
billowed in
the Kansas wind
over a white
T.
Git along,
little doggies –
her cattle
were nowhere in sight,
but I am
certain she caught up with them
after she
vanished
from my
sun-shot squint.
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