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