Mike and the 3 Possums

dande- lyin- 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 dandelions in the grass who may turn gray eventually but not quite yet.