After the party I went with Jerry over to his house.
I was just going there to look at a tree that had died.
I noticed the way his hair came down on the back of his head.
It was only the way a man’s hair does.
But it’s like nothing else in the universe.
I would never hit on a man like that.
I would never mess with them.
I like to look at him.
It would feel so right.
At the party where we just were.
The man, the woman, the two dogs.
They are very different kinds of beings.
But they all live there and interact.
And they like it enough to keep doing it.
To be in each other’s presence a lot.
This delightful creature in front of me now.
want to be in my presence a lot?
Then I could look at him a lot.
like that would be possible.
“I don’t know,” they always say, expecting the punchline.
Because, out on the range it’s usually bright and sunny. It would be too hot wearing black.
When I work out on the prairie, I have this light tan cowboy hat to keep the sun off.
And I have these faded old Carharts.
This afternoon, I realized, I’m dressed like the good cowboy.
If you saw me in an old black-and-white movie, you’d think I was all in white.
I couldn’t handle being the evil cowboy. At least not till the weather cools off.