TEXAS NEXUS

He's got a Texas nexus
 that troubles me.
I wonder what's in Texas 
that I can't see.
I wonder what her name is
 and what she's got.
He's always liked his chili 
just a tad bit hot.
That man is like the drifting wind
 that shifts like sand
that comes and goes 
along the muddy Rio Grande.
Though it might stray a long way 
from its Texas tracks
there's something down in Texas
 that draws it back.
There's no way I could hope to hold
 the Texas wind.
It can't be held. It can't be tied. 
It can't be pinned.
Its got a Texas nexus
 and by now I know,
there's not a thing that I can do
 but let it blow.

Bette Wolf  Duncan
copyright 1999