There is a wait and you don’t show up. Never appear in dreams as promised. There is no other side. Nothinghappens, you said, nothing.
I think of you when a crow caws, a voice that reminded you steadily of Robert Plant.And I remember your zebrasbecause what would be the point in riding a horse through purgatory. The zebra looks cooler, you said and all the little girls would be jealous.
(previously published in Phantom Kangaroo)