She’s asleep
in her beautiful cubicle
dreaming
over documents
dry as the dusty ranch road
her mind travels down.
Her dog
ecstatic
on the flatbed,
a burst of alfalfa smelling salts
through her side window,
the singular shadow of Ted
grazing
and swatting flies
with his flaxen tail
on a summer evening
in Montana.
Twisted horsehair rope
in her hands,
blue jeans
tucked
into her boot-tops,
grass belly-deep
in the pasture
as he raises
his head.
She rides bareback
as the summer sun
sets
slowly
through the dry haze
of dirt road dust
in the valley.
Reprinted from Twisted Vignettes: Poems and Photographs.
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