A spotlight travels across me and it isn't a fashion show
with me decorated in abundant foliage, purple grapes as mouth jewelry.
That black dog is not my bodyguard with her teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
I'm trapped on top of the pergola waiting for the inevitable
high pressure spray of cold water.
My life is hard for those few moments until
they all go back to their margaritas and chips, TV series
and warm beds as I continue a pleasant evening foraging through
dumpsters, berry patches, gardens flush with ripe corn
until dawn comes and I head back to my storm sewer for
a good day's rest.
Photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons: http://www.flickr.com/photos/eliya/87355489/
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