Cowboy hot as the summer evening,
shirtless in serious boots and high-rise jeans,
abs tight enough to make me grieve
that he’s packing up his gear and leaving.
He’s been fishing in Braden Pond,
reeling for small fry with his rod.
If he widened his range of prey,
something else might come his way.
But he mounts his red steel steed
and leaves all the boys in need.
T. Allen Culpepper