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I'm not completely sure
most people never are but she might have been the sanest person I had ever met she didn't have a place to live but she had miles of perspective she told me she wasn't about to start over life had bruised her up that was it, the way she described things fatalism was her way of accepting life's terms startling to meet someone like her someone with no illusions someone with so few expectations it made me wonder it must have shown on my face perhaps my mouth had opened had I embarrassed her the life I had is over she said no worries its alright I'll live the rest of it to its natural conclusion in the next life things will get better don't be sad for me she said I've accepted this she was young her hair a permanent beehive of snarls living outdoors without a tent, shelter, or a means to cook sometimes I saw her staring forward or gazing up into the sky calculating her universe consulting with the Invisible yet she knew things had seen things was truly somebody sold the street paper beamed a 1000-watt smile when asked she would have had her alibi down pat she would declare I don't need a place to live one day when she turned her back I saw her long cat tail swishing back and forth I was surprised, she surprised me to many she only looked feral yet to me, she offered up patience kindness, innate intelligence I wondered how often had she tucked in that long tail so no one could see it could she have been using magic some cloaking device I don't need a home was her stock answer and then I would notice that tail of hers, long and tall and high and proud wagging behind her 2:51PM pacific standard time January 13, 2017 LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK/POEM FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHT SITE TITLE/SITE edited January 14, 2017 6:24 AM Pacific Standard Time time stamped. BY THIS WRITER AUTHOR MELOO/MELISSA A. HOWELLS STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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