For Oklahoma Poets Laureate Benjamin Myers, Nathan Brown, and Jeanetta Calhoun Mish
Except maybe not the trains,
because they’ve all disappeared
into the mythical West.
And maybe just the tequila bottle,
because the liquor apparently evaporated
while I was mourning the trains.
And maybe just one of the cowboy boots,
because the dog chewed up the other one,
and it’s impossible to fill two these days anyway.
Copyright 2017
T. Allen Culpepper
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