In the Pictures

the western we'd star in
would have a horse
and a setting sun
the kind of sun that burns your eyes
when you look for the horizon
and you would be a cowboy
but not the John Wayne kind
you'd be the silent extra
the actor with the bent jaw line
and pouch of tobacco
I would wait for you
on a saloon veranda
but not like the good whore
who needs to be rescued
I’d be the sheriff's sister
just in from the East
a girl with an embroidered heart
and sad eyes you'd notice
just as the curtain closes