Boundary Boy

The Boundary Boy

 

In the Montana laundromat, the sign said,
Do not wash your horse blankets here!
Whoa, you said, hold back woman,
as I flung an afghan into the washer.
We all laughed and separated,
everything that might be, reckoned
as a horse throw.
You said, the only blanket you had available,
technically speaking, were the floor mats,
from our antique Olds.
And you wanted to wash those,
to prove a point you had positioned,
in your head, but I said, No! although
looking back, it might have been
a better story, to say yes.
Besides the car mats, I remember,
the tequila worm you decided, would ease my tooth,
the play you wanted us  to perform in the elevator,
your bare birthday dance at the old saloon,
all declined, so that I regret,
all those small things that might have stalled,
your one way rocket to a long dark,
still safely distant, in your light heart.

Reviews

[Emily B]

yes, is sometimes more fun, than no . . .

but some of those yeses can cause regret too

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Those moments we let slip by teach us more then the ones we embrace... very interesting read... the presentation is unique.

[Ed Hart]

say, i have an idea...