i lost
a hundred or so
poems
in the hills
around
dublin texas
between the
forests and
over the fields
filled with
longhorns
i muttered
likely
my greatest works
little declarations
to the cloudy skies
and the verdant
rolling hills
of how none
of this
untamed majesty
can hold a candle
to you
i whisper my love
over these
hundreds of miles
losing poems
but feeling close
to you.