She's some
sexy crazy
cowboy goddess
wearing those wraparound shades
that reflect the sun...
that reflect my face...
looking wan and wrong
and somehow not real
wavery and thin

She's red and orange
and a cacaphony of purple
and blue
Sitting there smiling
being as real as the ground
as the sun
as the water

And leaving me to wonder
if I exist at all in this real world...
or only as a reflection
like a second thought
in her sunglasses


© J.C.W. 2004