I am Lear in my madness.
I have no kingdom to bestow
But I manage (or mismanage)
My hopes and fears
Like a broken down rancher
Squinting in the dusty west,
Calling out to his lost children
Like a Navaho shepherd
On the vacant plain.
My love is my legacy--
A wild and mysterious land
Of rattlesnakes and daisies,
And my women hate and love me
For what I could have been
And my daughters look
Out of their doleful eyes
And smile at me in my dreams.
I hold on to my hat
Pick up another precious piece of firewood
Lean into the desert wind
And head back home.
May 11, 2006
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