Thursday 28 April 2011: Cowboy
I don't care
if stuff's not clear.
I like a bit of blur.
And every morning is a new start.
Each day leads somewhere.
Today, I think, on a
wide screen near you,
I'm going to outshoot the baddie
get the girl
and ride off into a shimmering sunset
on my wobbly bike.
It should be a horse,
of course,
but I'm not really a cowboy.
don't come the cowboy
Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011
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