The Hole-in-the-Wall Heart
THE HOLE-IN-THE-WALL-HEART Pardner, once, there was a Safe place by day. Cactus dry, dust hot, coyote lonely, windblown and grit-in-yer-teeth hard to find. By starshot night t’was deep, cool, crystal pools and greenness, sprayed with the beauty and hopes of True Love and Dreams kept. It was the place my Hole-in-the-Wall-Heart hid from the Outlaws of Love and the Lawmen of Passions. My hidin...