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.