Posts tagged ‘when the wind blows’

Monday, 17 August 2015

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.


Date: 2009

By: Jim W. Goar (1975- )