Each, our one desire
A meteorite crater
The footsteps of us

Information feigned
Captivated, I ask, “Why?”
Then set out to know
Never allowed to know you
To say, “welcome,” or, “nice to meet you”
Always an outcast, a fraud, an impostor
It was you who stole my hat
It was you who called me yellow
Faceless interface
Perpetuates nothingness
Robs us of our souls
Thank you for this window now,
Of thin and vintage time.
The safehouse to set a spell,
The anchored birch, my lean-to.
That I’d be reminded
In these gusty days
There is still
The reaching skyward
And strength to see it.
I could’ve died, the graffiti from your mouth
Concrete memorials given under cover of night
The kind devoid of color
Sharp, dark, angry, and angular
Where, the morning after, the smart people come in, clean up, and move on as though it never happened
It should’ve never happened
On the bluff I stayed
To count the numbered blackbirds
That I knew called you
Hey, how’s it they do it?
These women, these friends
Surely they’ve some frayed ends?
Lipgloss and love
Their superpower for sure
And they awe me
The really Something they give
At all costs
As Ginger, in heels and backwards
Going forward in grace
All day and always
We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!
So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that
Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”