Red River Girl Posts

what if we nap in the car
moon. will that get us
up to you lickity-soon?

spread you around on a scrabble board
moon. triple our scores
with the likes of you.

(Jim‘s claimin cubicle’s spelled with a Q)
(Jane‘s checkin the rules…)

paint the room green and do cartwheels
moon. since you asked, that’s exactly
what we’re gonna do.

rollin out all the red carpet
moon. then we’ll roll somethin else.
here’s lookin at you.

built with the best of intentions
moon. didn’t mean to break
on the very first use.

she was skinny and she could do
anything moon. including reminding herself
of you.

(that’s what she said)
(we can’t prove it’s true)

astronomers say that you’re shrinkin
moon. based on facts
that they’re claimin are true.

but it might be a small case
of jealousy–
they keep gettin older…
you keep showin up new.
(again)

pickin up pop cans and newspaper
moon. not quite the same
as recyclin you.

how far will we ride to find you
moon? how many tanks
of gas? how many seasons and sunsets
and years before you’re ours
at last?