I’d like to know what Murphy knows
he’s seen you when nobody’s watching
sticking your tongue at the mirrored girl
then smoky-eyed posing for Vikings

he knows how you fuss over your face
when you’re feeling homesick and blue
how you dance and prance to the radio,
bow and curtsy the beaming moon

I bet Murphy’s heard your midnight sighs
crying out to your fantasy lovers
and sensed your tingling goosebumpt-chills
when shadows creep over the covers

I long for the day we wake in a dream
drifting down time's murmuring flow
when at last you feel the truth in my touch
and I know what Murphy knows
 

Runnells, Iowa ‘16