across
the green field, the dry prairie
into the desert.
across the mountains.
westward.
a canteen on my side.
my rifle.
my hat on tight.
a kerchief to keep the dust
out of my mouth.
i ride and ride.
all day, all night
until i reach the land of apathy.
enough.
enough. i get off my horse.
and stare out
at the sea. this is where i'll
plant my flag,
build my home,
start a new life. my days of
bending,
and giving, and waiting
are over.
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