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Last Cowboy in Kittitas County 3/19/19

Last Cowboy in Kittitas County

Dedicated to Ryan Thompson, the first Ellensburg Police Officer killed in the line of duty for over 50 years.

 I saw a cowboy outside the courthouse today,

Across a street, perched on the low wall in the sun.

Having paid his dues inside that hole,

He wept over nothing and no one.

 

His Hat tipped flirtatiously from my gaze,

While he leaned gracefully in cotton and leather.

 

Poetry trickled from the brim of his hat

And scurried under traffic, toward me.

 

 I saw the last man

Who broke the law, right.

 

I smelled his oiled boots

And crisp kerchief.

 

I loved his lean form

And blue dungarees.

 

And Love always

ends in tears.

 

We all saw that cowboy

At the courthouse today,

And spoke of anything, but.

C.ray 03/20/19

 

 

 

 

 

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In darkness, she staggers through a bleary evening

that never stops until morning when she is done

fighting to breathe and

 eagerly readies herself to leave

the filth that she barely lives in.

C.Ray 3/19/2018

 

 

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Broken People

Where do  our broken

people go when they step off

this round and round and round

existence we approve of?

Around the corner,

down the hall, behind the 7-11

and in your mirror,

where all our broken people wait

for something or someone

to change them.

CLR 2016

"A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members." 
~ Mahatma Gandhi

 

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