Bailey's Moon

No world wide trip

or big house with a large tub.

The kid’s pool has patches

and the yard looks like hell.

Yet, I try to tap out a few words

in the low moonlight

hoping that some day I can

just give you more.

And just when I feel I have lost

when my shoulders slump.

You, my angel, my wonderful,

say “I love you.”

Those words hold belief and strength.

I roll my shoulders and sigh,

cinch the knot and ready the rope.

Swirling it, I go to lasso Bailey’s Moon.

To Heidi, for 21 years and more.