Wait, Wait, Wait (just for a little while)

It has nothing to do with a Mexican standoff
Boleros or impeded justice
Flanks of horses bridled from full acceleration

Nothing to do with dry, relentless heat
or wandering through a ghost town
in search of a drink of warm whisky

No, not even a well in the town square
with only damp dirt at the bottom
mocking swollen tongue

What then?
Desert of spirit
To the path below
To the path below

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