Bits and Pieces: Such wind swept nights of terror you gave me as the desert night turned to day.
I lay awake in my bunk fearing the life that has been forced upon me once again. Unfamiliar places and faces chase my thoughts and blind my vision as I give the hats I used to wear away.
No more can these fingers play. My heart is done for this day and many more to come. I have nothing to give for I have become numb. The desert is hard place, I’ve been told unforgiving and to this must agree. For it took bits and pieces of you and bits and pieces of me.
Ode to Bisbee Arizona 2018