NIGHT SCULPTURE:

As I watched the bubbles rise between her fingers,
I felt a reconnection with that dark & fabulous landscape,
Back on the freeway from LA to San Diego,
Surfing for a country station,
Take me back to the dust,
The vinyl scratch,
Before the itch that got me,
The stetson,
And embroidered cotton,
A pay packet,
And simplicity,
Honest dirt under the fingernails,
Can you see me?
It never happened,
But a Boy can dream,
Click,

When I looked again,
The dangerous woman had transformed herself,
Into a cloud of smoke

(K)