ZEPHYR
errol miller
Honky-tonk vision
working on a Texas lithograph
preparing an inkblot for “modern” art
bed and breakfast in Old Mexico
mining gold dust on the moon
out past the 1980’s a psychodrama
of yuppies digging in the future
spinning off to galvanized Bars&Grills
stuffing eggplant and squash and themselves
next door the Iceman sharpening his tongs
over the next 50 years fishing
in fished-out ruins
north of Galveston hoof beats
to Colorado for snow and gossamer mornings
of trout and coffee and fine fat flies
seeking solace in Carthage and Sweetwater
and San Marcos and Kerrville
low low talk about the Hippie Days
a cooling off period for sanity
may be June or July or August
may be an overload
maybe a rural home in Liberty Hill
would help: “so scared,” you say
looking into the horses’ eye.
