The West draws us in as our lantern does mosquitoes
Magical things show themselves to curious hearts
Field notes from several adventures speak of
Stranger’s bedhead
Quick lizards and cactus bombs
Gas station massage chairs
Two girls one pocket knife
Observations depending on sight and luck
Spectacular happenings
Born from coincidence
Real as the color in your palms
Do not settle yet
There is more road to follow
New land to lay eyes
Resting inside colorful motels
Waking underneath tall pines
Cow hide as a means of survival
Time passes quietly
While we search for what makes us giddy
Leaving words for those we won’t see again
Chance taking
Meaning making
Dark sky believing
From now on
Uncertainty is all I’d like to know