Saturday, January 3, 2009
Clouds dot clear skies in Texas like mesquite and tumbleweeds blowing along old highways. Taking on shape like when a woman catch’s a glance from a tall and lanky cowboy who smiles and tips his hat. Leading to a conversation laced with flirtation, becoming a date and a beer down at the local bar.
Maybe a scoot across the old saw dust dance floor, where he pulls her in close giving off a hint of wanting more, as his face leans into hers, now cheek to cheek. Loneliness, a moment bring on a kiss that may or may not be what either were looking for at the night’s end.
All that is left is a scene of rustled blankets, musty bed sheets, an empty room filled with vast memories like Texas skies dotted with pretty white clouds that can take on shapes that remind us of so many things.
E Stelling, 2008 All content is owned by CookAppeal, LLC and its owner