Mending Fences
I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start each day over a campfire of loneliness. The coyotes songs ringing in my ears. There is only one thing I want in this world and that is peace of mind.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2016
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