Sundials Follow

A Middle Eastern fairy tale,
A memory you can't dismiss,
the faces of your children pale,
climatic thrills in every twist.
From hostage weeks in warring clans
in film that we might never see--
Delayed by your investors’ plans
Who only water money trees.
But now it’s time to pay the rent,
And balance with the weight of loans,
Tell your wife the credits spent,
And tangle up the telephone
While browsing via dial-up for
Producers you could never pay.
Hope to fill just half the cup and
Tell your kids by Christmas Day:
“The money’s on its way.”
I’ll imagine us in Hollywood,
On carpets we already knew
From where our favorite actors stood.
Parading in the living room:
Smile and wave to great applause,
Tell the world how much it means,
Crescendo with dramatic pause,
And bow the bow you bowed in your dreams.