Tonight's Poet Corner: Timmy Dykes

Timmy Dykes
by Belinda Roddie

Their name was Timmy Dykes,
and they sat with a margarita
in hand on the balcony, where
they could see the last dregs
of sunset over the bridge.

Faint light
revealed stationary dreams
permanently slumbering
on blistering arms.

They were expecting a call
from the Welcoming Committee,
who dressed in black and white
and only drank champagne that
was the color of their souls,

while the dragons
breathed in bursts
on Timmy Dykes' shoulders,
protecting them
from the bay's deluge.