Butterflies On The Rocks. by Scot Young

Bends over

shows the red lace

stretched against

silk skin

she slowly adds

ice to a new drink

watching the clock

tick saturday night

seconds of lonely

I fold dollar

bills into

origami butterflies.

In 1960
scot young
watched
hopalong &
roy rogers
on a green
naguhyde sofa
stitched in
cowboys &
bucking broncos
complete with
wagon wheel arms

on saturday mornings
he cocked
his red ryder rifle
before ARs and AKs
before the country
went to hell
in a hate basket
when the good guys
always won