sad dogs on a blue street

      
       
       
       
going out
there...     
       
way, way out there to        
where the sun wraps      
it's arm around your        
shoulder like an old        
friend and offers      
you a cold        
beer,     
       
that and other      
moments,  
 
-but knowing-   
       
there is a strange        
melancholy        
in:      
       
the simplicity of      
sitting,      
       
watching the way        
a small child      
plays,      
       
finding the courage        
to wake up each      
morning.      
     
-still-    
     
origami cranes flee        
rice paper      
tigers      
       
-and are-      
       
silhouetted against        
the thoughts of      
insane moon      
beams,     
     
-while-      
       
watching afternoon        
sunlight resting      
against stained      
glass,      
       
-or-      
       
thinking of the blue      
city streets of    
Memphis,     
       
believing loneliness is        
a false gift of      
pride,      
       
or my heart being a stray        
dog sniffing for the        
buried bone of    
saudade     
love.