Red River Girl

354/365

every picture tells a story
moon. you gonna tuck us in
real soon?

353/365

stapled a finger
moon. late for the show.
made up for it all
with mistletoe.

352/365

how did we get past midnight
moon? when did we get to Rome?
and now that we got to the very
last stop…

how are we gettin home?

351/365

nothin a Sharpie can’t fix
moon. heck—
the smell of a Sharpie
can brighten a room…

(Jim didn’t get very far)
(on the Christmas cards)

350/365

some people you meet are fancy
moon. some people you meet
are fine.

thank goodness
for jokes.
and filters and
smokes.

and everything
just the right size.

349/365

some people’s kids will rant
moon. some people’s kids’ll
rave. some people’s kids
are people’s kids.

(can’t predict how they’ll behave)

348/365

boil us up some hot water
moon. mix us a cup of chai tea.
you know we’ll be back.
with scarves, mittens
and hats:
still cold
as cold
can be.

347/365

halfway done with shoppin
moon. halfway done with cards.
halfway done with wrappin and stuffin and
lightin up the yard.

halfway done with sprinkles and cookies and
eggnog and rommegrot.
all the way ready
to sneak away
and spend
some time
with you.

345/365

the city looks pretty in lights
moon. snowflakes and shoppers and
Christmas tunes.

344/365

use you to put on a shoe
moon. use you to open a can.
use you to lasso the twinkling stars
and boomerang into our hands.

343/365

ghost of Christmas past
moon. wearing fishnet.
and hat pins.
and missing a boot.

342/365

rough enough, tough enough, rich enough
moon. all the pretty, pretty girls
and you.

341/365

if you couldn’t be the moon,
moon…
what would you do?

340/365

caught us a fallin star
moon. but the glove had a hole.
now we’re lookin for glue.

339/365

not exactly a double life
moon—we just wear different clothes
when we’re out.

(with you)

338/365

animal crackers and snow
moon. folks around here can make
drivin a zoo.

337/365

the Linda’s want you to open this door
moon. but the music’s turned scary.
and we don’t think you should.

336/365

boas and sequins and top hats
moon. and one guy in shorts
who’s not part of the troupe…

335/365

a pinch and a pour and a bump
moon. weather like this
means shot-skis too.

(that’s new for Jim)
(but he wants in…)