Big Sky Country

I found a crashed antique spaceship

It was overloaded with memories

The kind ya cannot forget

Reviewed the last log entries

Scathing and succulent in words

A division of heart

Complicated by truth and desire

Smashed into the endless horizon of the big sky

I think she survived

And walks among us now

Clothed in her most secrete desire

So when out of the corner of your eye...

Yeah, that was her

And you are late to that party

In spite of the six pack in hand

you carry for her