The Misfits

Two men were roping a wild white horse
on salty desert sands
and somehow the sky and clouds
were shades of grey
although the sun was shining.

And all through the silence of their concentration,
you did your crossword puzzle
and drank fresh lemonade and
stirred the ice-cubes with your finger
and licked your fingertips
and looked at me.

It was like I had been summoned before royalty
and you said something to me
that I never understood.

You said, 'I am the sky and the horse.
You are the men who drain the colors.
Let go. Let go of the rope'.