give me a shot of whiskey
I'm sitting on the porch
of this desert general store
watching the down-leaning sun
stretch the cactus shadows along the dust
late afternoon in another spring
and the whiff of decay that leavens
the sweet smell of the noon
even as it rakes the sand at my feet
soon the cool of the evening
will cap-off the day of blistering memory
with softer scenes I cannot relive...
give me that shot of whiskey
and let the twilight soothe my bones....
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