She pulled her heart for a wash in sudden cold rain
much like 4x4 that rolls out of a muddy ditch
hummingbird calls, embark on another trip. Its autumn.
unseasonal storms; her lovely dark-kohled eyes itch
lazy road. a yellow milestone reads 'go.fly'
carelessly she leans over; watch a car zip by
an abrupt thought - her stare fixed down this dusty, worn stretch
its purple dusk, golden sun begins to set.
that place - she wonders - is it somewhere around
and tired feet move in haste
crumbling against 'flame-of-forest' outside unopened door
put over yours; & her trembling, dry lips 've so much taste
gentle touch wrapped in gush of wind - untangles wild thoughts light
spots a paper-kite dancing in utter delight,
world's ignorant - wind's crazy; it hitched kite for company
no caution, fear. flying together feels just so right - tonight.
unravel, unveil - who's she? your kite or your wind;
until then, I lean over that yellow milestone. that girl, that wanderer...
