Cowboy Time-Loop, Part Iii
The houses were gone, no roads made of stone,
just the familiar dry, adobe scene,
Linton shook his head,”I gotta get home,
don’t care if it’s barley past three!”
He reached his cottage, his mind pondering,
found his wife inside putting soup on,
couldn’t help but smile at her swollen belly
pressing forwards against her white apron.
She said,”Dear, what ever brings you home now?
The other men are still out on the range.”
Linton shook his head, and let out a sight,
said,”My love, it’s been a very strange day.”
He told her of stone roads, and massive houses,
of the strange boy, the police, and the whores,
when he mentioned them, she shielding her stomach,
said,”We don’t take about those days any more!”
He said,”Just as well, cause the more I think,
the more I’m worried I might have gone mad.”
She smiled,”I think you’ve had too much sun,
go lie down if you’re feeling that bad.”
Linton did so, then said, as he relaxed,
“The day didn’t leave me completely insane.
My love what do you think, if we have a girl,
of choosing ‘Norma’ to use as her name?”
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018
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