A small blue hush across the Old West

Tracks load down into dirt track

where wild eyed poets scream and laugh

of the darkness the love to dance in.

Fragmented pigeons ignore give way

            signs to reach their third heaven

lines of human traffic run along

pads polite as downhill penguins

keeping heads bowed away from connecting eyes

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