got a prescription for our problems

keep the hounds at bay

the second of December; 24 hours of manic winds give way to albuquerque sun, risen peculiar to a sky beaten overcast.

husband and wife sit hushed, intimate; mingling coffee and quiet talk of big change. 2012 will be transient, we are on the move. packen up home and going to the texas hill country. the limestone shell of an old farm house. walks in the woods collecting dropped antlers. picking through the bones, an eye on form and symmetry. with my social-reserves tapped, i’m craving red sunsets almost feverish. bourbon-soaked. conjured ghosts. the uncovered, rusted, hunting rifle points to springs forgotten. cowboys & indians. a thousand acre, antiqued dichotomy.

hollowed cave and midnight raid. times we lived before…

now presently there, a restoration. time with Pa & carpentry. learning from a Master. i will be my halo’d brother, pounded nail & risen hammer; filling grief’s hollow void with no stronger a structure. for a time, a cross to bear.

Notes

  1. littletexan said: Will you be in Texas for awhile dear?
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