Star

I am TALL, lean, and (once ) very fast
I came from an ad in the newspaper
And I was almost named Sunset
It’s bad enough that she calls me Starbaby

I love to sleep wherever she is hanging out
Living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen
It matters not to me—just stay close and keep watch

I love to play with my cat
(don’t worry—she’s a beanie baby)
I love to go on walks and play tennis ball…

Except I can’t do those things anymore…
My hips are full of pain
So I sit and rest and sleep

But—I get lots and lots of treats
And I like to bark bark bark
Bark at the coffee grinder
Bark at the door bell
Bark at the TV

I am TALL and lean
I am watcher
I am Star

The cartoon sky gazes heavily on the reflective surface
Delicate pieces of cotton clouds provide extra texture to the glass mirror
Rushes and trees bank beyond and add some much needed symmetry in my life

A swimming snake has the water all to himself

The mighty elm that once was in everyone’s favor
Now bows it’s branch low wishing it were a weeping willow
To express it’s sadness over losing the glory days

But the branch has found a new love amidst the dying one
It reaches a little more each year for the limb growing so curiously in the river
It’s amazing how much they have in common

Sunrise and 2 hours of drunken sleep
Just cancel
Sickness – movement slow

The Pink Jeep arrives, only it’s a Suburban
Scott knows everything from the story of Vegas

to the plight of an endangered turtle
A history lesson and a snow covered mountain

The trailer park trash
in all their tattooed, cigarette smoking glory

stay quiet in the backseat
I realize once again that pink is not my color

We are here
The unforgiving Sun
kissing Nevada like it’s never been kissed
The vastness brings a tear to my eye
No words to express the measure
Thoughts of Papa Joe long ago in this desolate place
Bring a lump to my cotton throat

No quick movements, please
Cantilevered towers, bowing before Arizona
You sicken me - don’t look
Metropolistic statues were unexpected, but welcome
who knew I would find you here
Oh, to have a cloudy day to look at the stars
I’m so sorry Papa Joe

exploration unbearable