Out of Doors Seemed Boring
dull eyes of bulls we snorted,
thrusting thumbs from our skulls like horns.
Earl bowed his back, but the bulls ignored him.
their bony heads to graze,
praying hosanna to weeds that made us sneeze.
We prowled the range for danger, the sun
silence, miles of the same flat horizon.
We envied boys in town who chose up sides for games
or chased each others girls on bikes.
the thrusting bulls, rattlers striking
at ropes we dangled. We shot rattlers and hawks
with our fathers rifles and rigged kite wings
We crashed from lofts into barnyards,
breaking the same monotony of hours.
Now, in tract housing in town, I wonder
splendid hawks we shot, how often angels
saved us, how many rattlers crawl from boys
too bored to let them live.