Poetry by Jeremy Shubrook

A Flashback Texas

Where skies absorb
every thought.
Vapor sunsets,
former deserts.
Tequila visions,
border crossings.
Red moons for
ghosts of cowboys.
The feeling is
always there.

Who ?

One
lost innocence
to the
moon.

Another
knelt
at
God's doorstep.

The third
drew
symbols
in sand.

But
who
ran towards
sunset
and
never
returned?