Just Passing Through by Jim W. Goar

When the wind blows
night. And the cows roll
home. Listen for minor
keys. Arrive without a
name. A Texas Ranger.
Maybe. The Grail in tow.
Ride on out of town. Leave.
But slowly. April in the waste-
land. In No-Man’s-Land. In snow.

From: http://jacketmagazine.com/37/goar-3p.shtml

Date: 2009

By: Jim W. Goar (1975- )

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