mike and the 3 possums
dande- lyin-lion- malaise..
the weight of the night in a jar on
the porch collecting rain.
my grandfathers English spaniel in the yard.
a front porch light reflects in the eyes of the possums
they have surrounded him again...
I canhear him wimpering, he is afraid..
he told me once he never wanted to be like
this drunk in the yard with a bunch of ugly
creatures hissing at him.
but in his head he dreams of kangaroo's that
wear new balance shoes and leap over globes
with torn paper borders.
in his head he walks past the possums steady
as a deacon carrying communion sunday..
head held high..
bright and full as the yellow lions in the grass
who may turn gray eventually but not quite yet.
Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2016