Two White Dogs

Romany Soup

Bow down 
In the killing sun
Plans change
Do nothing instead
it will all be sand
One day 

Like bending palms
Not meant for here
Alien trees
Windswept
Alone

Face away 
from sorrow
Cover 
the ravaged 
moon-desert

What’s chasing you?
you’ll never 
belong 
Stop trying

Black silhouette 
Survivor
Remember
All the most 
meaningful 
experiences 
are brief

If those were 
the best of times
Then here 
is your time machine 
back to them
Your fountain of youth
Addiction

You are 
at once 
too much 
And not enough

Aimee and her Good Friends the Petersens