sometimes I count each word
other times it’s the syllables
there are days I mark possibilities
i’ve even measured the outcome
wasted, unnoticed attempts
of a woman grasping at straws
the neon ones, not the bendy.
strange. even I would have bet on the curvy one
no matter the distance
we eventually go
towards happiness
dusk protects the flow
riding tumbleweeds
as the wind blows
visions of Kansas
evening rainbow
I recently went through a museum with my husband and son. They have been on a six year tour of Texas, going from place to place soaking in as much history as they possibly can. I’ve enjoyed about 75% of it.
On this day it was more like 4%, so when I saw this particular quote, I nearly lost it. The same could be said for modern Texas, although I think the oxen have been taken out of the equation. Still pondering how the oxen pulled that off, oh well.
I’m enjoying Texas through the eyes of men.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 