Watching Westerns

The shadow on the ceiling’s from

The ancient spinning fan;

An afternoon of light and dust

And ceremony spun from arts and fables;

Songs of sorrow,

Western tales of larger skies,

In watercolors splashed on film

Where every shade’s imbued

With sweat and passion

And some kindling bits 

Of desire to do right

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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