Golden Rays

The man on the moon
shoots the sun,
some golden rays fizzle out.

The darkening sky
does not deter me from
walking my tiger in circles
on the cracked wooden floor
in my yellow bricked
apartment.

(Red leash bedazzled with rhinestones.)

I sigh creating a void,
orange and black stripes
disappear—
remaining rhinestones.

I pick up each sparkling
jewel and arrange
them in a star.