Shares her garden
And we, task of strays
She wants me tatooed
And if her permanent smile
It could win
My skin I'd gladly give
But she's like the rest of us
A little fucked
In her own chambered way
and tatoos more temporary than we think
Her mind and body know
Too many bad days
But her heart flits always
Good and plumb
In the garden of
Dragonfly wings
I think of her often,
This lady outlaw
Held by Doc Holliday
And now, as i sail
The calm of a fall day
While Desperado
Sings me to sad
I will pass close,
Not close enough to touch
Or share a coffee
But a sky
And birds in passing feeder to feeder
The coffee will happen
Maybe even the tatoo
But today, across the expanse
Of outlaws and strays
The sky will be enough
Good morning Marion
