We ran out of gas

Me and I

A sputtering surprise

Coming to a fuming end?

Not yet done, but stalled

Stabled – don’t old stallions need more rest?

I dreamt of a butterfly with a torn wing

A tiny slice that made it impossible for it to fly

It crawled on the grass, seeking ever higher blades

Unable to ascend on the wings of wonder

There’s an old dog under my porch

Hiding from the sun, panting dust

It is an unquenchable thirst

When we lose hydration

For fluid living

Stalled, a forced respite

A time of dis-membered re-membering

There once was a man from

Somewhere

Things are a bit blurry today

Was that yesterday or is this a dream

Yes, a

Respite

For settling

Memories and dreams

And scores