Cool

I am 17
Walking
In the Texas
Night by a lake
Woodlawn in west
San Antonio summer air
Hot humid perspiring when
A breeze makes me feel cool
Wind across the lake allows
Me to stop to feel it flow by
Me move my hair from
My face I am hunting
For whatever night
Brings a chance
To experience
A bird soar a
Car slow or
A dog too
Curious
To bark
A cat
Scat
But
I am a
Sensory
Junkie out
At night to see
What is in shadows.
I am clumsy awkward
A teen growing up
In Texas where
I am safe in
A society
All bit
Players
In a John
Wayne western
Swaggering by a camp
Fire throwing coffee from
A tin cup muttering,
Wallah wallah
That’ul be
The day
Pilgrim,
To the
Delight of
Little sister
Who giggling
Greets me at the
Door silhouetted in
Electric light my
Other half too
Knowing too
Cool too
Much
Me.