Sand Sailor

hope’s horse is
leaving,

and i’m laggin’ a
mile behind,

what’s worse, he has
the water,

and i can’t swallow
with scorched
throat,

sure, take my bareback ticket
but please leave me
the boat,

i’ll ride the desert like a
river, and coast my vessel
while palm trees flash
me their needles,

a punctured hull
afloat.

image: https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/works/286.1982/

image: http://www.sam-shepard.com/deadhorse.html

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