BOHEMIAN WAIF
#poem #memorytrain

Inner cinema montage
deep echoing adventures,
strikes of color, light, paralysis
held in violent emotion.
A mere babe runs away across
a busy street, hiding beneath bushes,
because she could, demanding
independence.
Dark city nights, hugged to
myself, alone
Walking through brick and mortar
shadows,
past trashcan fires, street community.
Thumb out, shivering icy roads,
or flooded highways, bare foot
scorching desolate insomniac
miles.
Haunted explorations, led by that
fantasy aura obfuscating rational view.
Mini romances that cut through,
ashy
Across smoking stone overpass,
high to high school AP exam where
the words floated from rakish eye to
#2 pencil, an array of imprinted
history.
Lying in the garden on cotton,
tasting boysenberry yogurt,
hoping the world disappears,
ends here where the bullied
anxiety won’t follow.
Quiet now …
I’ll tell you more on morrow