Driving into a Dustorm, Deja Vu

Yesterday, the same horse stood
In the same place, same color, palomino

Angel in the mesquite reminding me
Of my failures. I have only two hands

The rest of my life. In Rankin, Texas,
An old train station is now a home

For the departed ones, Jesus, who left
Their mothers, drinking rivers, heroine

Or God in visions. Maybe they want
The same thing I do—to be alone

When the great horse enters the valley,
When everyone fails their humanity

In the same place, same way, beautifully.

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