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.
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Narble Furt Lives 
I enjoyed your absurd humor and I remember those days distinctly. Alas, Tonto died of cancer. They tried everything to save him….chemo – savvy..
Wonderful. I love it. Clever and witty.
I love this! You had me at Clayton and Jay! I’ll never have wasabi again without the temptation to borrow your clever phrase. 🙂