Sunset has fallen, on this New Mexico town, and on this beautiful, warm crystalline day. I sat outside, sipping coffee. The Grackles missed my cup, and enriched my hat...instead. It is good to see, and see the best in everything, the humor and brine, in everyone. I thank God, for the songs of my friends...for, an angel once told me, "You' can talk to the birds", and I do, even though...they shit on me. This, that is me, and the way, I live...is not a mistake, and neither will be, the day I fly. I will leave feather's behind, for you...in all these words, I say.
Smile!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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