When your name came across the
loud speaker
I stepped away from the truck
stop to listen.
Yep! That was your name alright,
except with
an unusual rolling of the
“r.” I thought you’d
materialize like a narcotic vapor
over one
after waking out of a fainting
spell.
A butterfly came down and I
kissed it.
I guess that was what I was
supposed to do
on the sidewalk, in the
moonlight,
with the large trees budding.
A Frisbee landed out in the field
and two pidgins clamored after
it.
I handed them each a dollar.
I started to feel you were lost
somewhere.
That somewhere misplaced was the
luggage
that held your beautifully folded
arms.
I reached down for your razor,
followed an onion to your feet,
its core pealed down to the
tearful end.
