Good Evening

The dog came in and looked at me and turned
around and left.
I must have had that far off glare that often
follows work.
The man came in and said something then offered
some advice.
I did not hear it, not one word;
My blood ran warm as ice.

Why is it when a simple thing
like helping build a home
Zaps all my inner strength some days;
And leaves me wanting some?

Press erase and come back in as the spell
is almost broke.
A thousand painted ponies circle round
to guard this homestead place
Then cyber nights meet Crocket lore
and dreams fill in the space.

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