Between Takes in Heaven West

Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels rest
by the Rio Grande, sharing sushi
under a sky of forever blue.

Scout and Silver graze nearby.

To the south, a tumble of clouds
builds over Mexico, rumpled shadows
running across the far mesas.

A roadrunner scoots past.
The river slides.
The sun hangs.

Jay turns to Clay.

“Wasabi, Kemosabe?”

Clayton smiles his thanks and
nods to the ginger sauce.

clay and jay

(pinterest.com)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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3 Responses to Between Takes in Heaven West

  1. Bud Hedrick says:

    I enjoyed your absurd humor and I remember those days distinctly. Alas, Tonto died of cancer. They tried everything to save him….chemo – savvy..

  2. john allen says:

    Wonderful. I love it. Clever and witty.

  3. Debra says:

    I love this! You had me at Clayton and Jay! I’ll never have wasabi again without the temptation to borrow your clever phrase. đŸ™‚

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