Thursday, August 12, 2010

On Her Way.....


She has her own version of sorrow
Like oh no, we have no plans for tomorrow
And happiness is a summer rain splash
Or perhaps an orange popsicle mustache
But she walked by today
Her long hair flowing behind
Like golden grain
Rippling in the wind
The sound of her laughter
Floating on the breeze
The echo of chatter
Bouncing off the trees
Mostly arms and legs
And it seems
She is always balancing on something
Mostly dreams
As she walked by today
On her way to being a woman

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Janet Martin

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