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A Girl  Always  Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze


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steering with my small unsteady hands
I've turned the corners of my life
steering into the fall
often
stumbling
and skinning my heart

my heart
often exposed to the fall
and wide open

caught, too, in the dampness
like the well-read used book
left spine up on a dewy
out all night Spring morning

my pages bent backwards
knowing that the spine
(where my heart lives...)
might bend too far
and my pages
might unravel and break apart

and when dancing
that same heart dared to wear
see-through dresses
hoping that my invisibility
might be seen

my waif-like tenderness
hidden somewhere beneath two
shelf-like breasts
my navy blue eyes and smile
and a ruffling skirt rising high over my knees
my pulse matching the pulse
of the music

it was
it is
a freedom to live in my own
made-up places
for I belong to me

looking backwards
I'd like to snare an older piece of myself
with my butterfly net
being careful not to snap my wings

I'm not yet an old-woman
with broken legs
but a girl always leaning forward
looking for a breeze

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FRO THIS POEM/JANUARY 22, 2022 8:08 AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
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NEARLY FULLY FORMED WHILST DOING THE FOREVER PILE OF LAUNDRY
YESTERDAY AND FOLDED, THE POEM NEW AND UNWRINKLED ONTO THE PAGE TODAY...1/22/2022





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