good people in Texas
they’re hard to find like a
firefly in the city
or a slow drive down a
one lane country road
windows down and
music up, singing off-key
while my heart beats
a yellow rose in a
star-bright hue
hand in dirt, hand in water
stoking embers of an
unspoken thing
only born Texans know
no holler to quit
the slamming of
the back porch door
I look about, walkabout
soul-hurt with the leaving
but know it's time
