The Scene

Double wide

dreams of
1977
guitars
holding me
under the
humid
Virginia night. 
Long legs 
reflecting
moonlight
as 
cigarette lighted
tips
show me
the way. 
The rolling
calls of
rock carried me
with a fearless
strut 
of power. 
Feathered hair 
caught 
up in
Love Alive 
as my
reach for me
was found
between 
a butterfly
and a dog.