I'm not her owner
Not her master.
I'm her friend.
I protect her.
Make sure she has water
Food and all the love she deserves. She has no collar.
She's never been chained.
She turned up one day
Friendly and trained.
It amazed me
what kind of human
put her out.
I thank them every day.
You could tell by her sad eyes
She was like me
All alone.
Fast we fell in love
And I walk anywhere
She's at my heel.
Does it on her own
I never trained her.
People say she's just a dog.
Not to me.
She's my friend
She protects me
She loves me
I can see it in her eyes.
That we
are the same.
Just, I got
less hair.

fifty-nine years
  a month and two days
     seven hours
          and twenty-nine
              seconds
it
took

Here I am world.

I don't care anymore
              what you think.

if she could be a tree ag'in
never seen a balsa growin'
don't know about light wood

I am more acquainted
with the hardwood species
and as I speak

There in the woods, a balsa
tree floats off into the atmosphere
so light

loud goers on
outside the realm
of my inner peace
bespeak
of things like
the inane ramblings
of who is *******
who new or the bizarre
guy dribbling tobacco juice
who cant get
in or out his truck
without help
trolling the women
here offering sums of money
not big enough yet
to make them ever
take their ******* off
and cause
the old man to seize
or stroke out
and ******* his Depends
after swallering
his chawed leaf
but I in my wisdom
sit here
on the far side of never
where I care about ducks
more than ***** and cats
more than ***** and dog
only a word here or there
trying to project
the future
like a savant or seer
going nowhere
they ever been
not better
or even more
less for it
backspace a lot
on all my forecasts
and learn.

But I got this plot of land
Out in the field
Under the weeping willow,
Figure since I spent
A good piece
Of my life
Under those limbs,
It'd be a good place.
I saw a lot
There, under that tree,
How the sun
Comes and goes.
Thought it'd be a good
Enough place,
Perhaps,
To spend
Eternity

Red rose cheeks
As the night approaches.
The moon prepares the stellar
Table for the feast as her lover
Sun retires after his
long day's work.
And high into the night
Her glow
Watches his keep
With anticipation.
The hours are infinite
As the world turns
Below.
Her patience spins around
The globe.
she gathers
Lovers souls to
Be immortalized
In eternity
Place them in the sky
Like diamond rings.
She knows how it
Feels to love,
But,
Be so far, so far
out of
Reach.