the last cowboy
the last cowboy rides
slowly out of a cloud
and asks you for directions
what do you say
when he asks for a way
which was lost
so long ago, no trace
of his road remains
no matter though
whatever you say
he rides away slowly
head hanging low
looking for a mist
to deliver him
to a when
which needs him
and what will you say
when you are suddenly
standing in a future
where your ability
to open a new browser tab
to pull up a useful website
is a quaint curiosity