As vast as the Texas sky
Live oaks spread to the horizon
Like lightning bolts captured in a pose,
While post oaks stand guard
Draped in old, dry gowns that hang
Like flags an inch above the ground
Where elbow bush and chaparral berry
Crowd out the buffalo grass.
On this clear evening, long after you'd think
A sunset is even possible
The sky fills with orange trailed by purple,
A reminder of the war
That's always here,
Where the victors will forever
Mingle with the vanquished.
