cowboy poetry

last midnight
and my name is truthful
when, full of warm and eager love
if it
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
some of the hurts you have cured
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
this ancient silver bowl of mine
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
lo! 'tis a gala night
leave the lovely words unsaid
there's one that i once loved so much
it was a tall young oysterman
who will be naming the wind