I find myself on a budding streak of trying to make something, create something each day. I missed Sunday. What I came up with today:

Dusty Blue

A glistening gimlet eye, not shy.

Looking fly, untucked flannel, wood panels.

A ranch hand here to apprise.

The capsize, of a pool ball, far corner pocket.

Insouciant, buzzed focus,

His cousin Ernie can’t relinquish neurosis.

A dim silhouetted figure leaned against an opened door.

In the rear, no need to peer. 

Bone colored diffused daylight. 

By birthright, he might, with no fright.

A hot gravel lot three blocks away.

That’s not to say.

The emerald green cloth awaits. 

Cobalt blue chalk dust flakes.

White ball to striped, Burgundy 15 quakes.

A smooth tap in, his compadre took it on the chin.

The temporary czar of the bar, gold star.

Downs a shot of auburn whiskey.

$20 transferred onto the worn, walnut bar.

No car.

Ranch walks past a leaning broom out into the daylight. 

Residual blue chalked fingertips are.

Swaying to and fro. 

Swaying to and fro.

He’s content to be straying. 

A look left step over a blotch of pink cotton candy.

He’s feeling randy.

May visit Sandy.

Turns the corner.

To the former.