suburban cowboy Christmas eve 11am
fiction
edward w pritchard
Stack loose wood tee pee style into a flickering windy fire,
sit close fireside to warm your stiff fingers and hands
drink Miller beer from a cloudy bell jar,
give the horses an extra flake of hay
sing silent night to the starry frozen sky
watch red embers and think what might have been
wrap in horse blanket and fall off to sleep on frosted ground
dream of Christmas trees and girls in red dresses
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