Hermes the Dog

Chasing birds two-by-two
In morning light, I, a Ra,
Who comes long in shadows,
Dies, trickling at dusk, sifts
In the breeze for cigarette butts
At the hidden hacienda.

Morning here, is lined up with stars,
Camelback Mountain holds back
The rabbits running across
The Manicured trail, a still pool.
The roadrunner is still possible.

In deed we leave Hermes the dog
Suddenly, let go the leash,
And drive away. Oh sure,
Last night she killed some worms
And took them right into her mouth.

Hermes ran and ran, chasing our car,
Despite being tired from chasing birds
Through the prickly pear, the palm,
The lamp-lined thoroughfares. He never
Got to fall asleep, a cuddling kitten.