Poetry

the cowboy and me

Terry Lee III|December 2, 2021

The Cowboy with his coffee, me with my fruit jar

Him with his guitar, me with my vocal harmonies

He eats well, well, I watch him eat.

The cowboy loves the sun, I love the stars, so to speak.

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