One Shot Wednesday
And so we RUN
From each traffic and store surveillance lens
Far from every camera phone
Aimed like an accusation
RUN to this place that the hand
Of man has not despoiled--
Where the battle cry of
PUT UP A PARKING LOT
Is still just an echo in the distance
No one sees but us
And the wise old owl
Who won't tell
And the canny coyote
Who won't yell
And the man in the moon
Who has nothing to say
And won't betray
And still we wonder how it went
From this vague sense of being watched
To the everyday certainty of it
As the band plays: The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You
And time marches on
Away from prying eyes
You open your thighs
And the wind sighs
The stars bear witness
Though they are light years away
Streaming from a yesterday that still shines
But only in our minds
