Friday, July 17, 2015

deep in the heart of texas

it was hard to get the texas
out of her.
the white cowgirl hat,
the rope
she used to throw around
my dog, hog tying him
to the ground, throwing
her arms up and yelling
time?
yippie kie ay
she'd yell out
when it was a romantic
evening with just the two
of you, the candles
lit, a bottle of chardonnay.
i'll go fire up the grille,
she'd say with
her jeans painted on,
those pointed boots,
that stack of tall blonde hair.
she had that twang in her voice
that made everyone ask,
where you from exactly lady,
to which she'd answer
Texas, proudly,
then display her texas
flag tattooed on her long
tanned leg.

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