Verge of a Dream: Air today gone tomorrow

I keep my bottle,
my pauli girl
On ice, staying cold
Between each sip.
I keep my words
For now
On mute
staying quiet
On my lips
I don’t keep my
She keeps me
living light on
dollars, hers
from tips.
I keep my thoughts
Together. They
Might like birds
break rank,
Coming on them
In the brush,
They scatter.
I keep my hand
On the throttle
Cause there’s
Air today that’s
Gone tomorrow

rlb 8-20-2023