Meander down memory lane
Back before she became ill
Not a meshugenner then
Nor a fool for any con man.
Back in her prime she dazzled
All the young men around
Now she sits talents unheeded
Looking out a window but unseeing.
What ensnares her thoughts
Only the Master knows
Maybe she plays childhood games
Climbing trees and skinning knees
Or wanders through wheat fields
Pure majesty in motion
While the quartz rocks burn
The bare feet in her mind.

Laura R
4-29-03