Barn Dance Wyoming 1887
My dream was to be a cowboy I had seen
movies of big men in Stetson hats riding
into town from the vast plain ready to take
on the bad guys. Then I saw a picture of
men dancing with each other the caption
said they were cowboys a bunch of filthy
looking men and none of them wore guns.
I went to sea instead and it is bigger than
the plains of Texas combined, but it’s all
water and keep changing hue; and horses
were made of sea spray and harbour bars
had no swing doors. I do realize, sadly,
life is more complex than a boy’s dream
of celluloid heroes shooting holes in the sky
