Orion

Look up there, it's Orion.
It's a nine-year-old's dream.
A lullaby of epic proportions.
It's me, stripped away to threadbare nothing.
Rubber-band bankrolls in shiny white envelopes
and the jail cell where I pined for her.
It's a skull dangling from the rear-view mirror
of a little red car.
It's Jolene over and over again.
Flaming locks of auburn hair, ivory skin
and eyes of emerald green.
Looking up in an open field,
I see him instantly and
for a moment, I even think I can reach him.
And if I move this way or that,
he can see me down here.
Becoming someone he didn't expect.