09-23-2011, 08:43 PM
Hannah dances
in the back of my
thirsty mind
head bare in the sun
as she moves
swivel-hipped
to a tune I can’t
quite remember.
Humming to herself and
watching the dust dance
around her pretty feet.
The dark eyes flash lies
and her tanned thighs
are strong and sinuous.
She laughs to herself
as she dances in the
lonely desert of
this man’s dry heart
and in the corners
of eyes better suited
to staring through
heat haze at distant
horizon lines
where ghost cattle
walk knee deep
in phantom water
and where the
promise of
tomorrow is
lost inside the
truth of today.
Reality is
a man
a horse
a dog
a long way home.