Vagaries

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She wore her mind loosely.

Like a garment carelessly tossed
Over a hanger on a sales rack.

Its threads slightly unraveling
at the seams,
picked over and discarded
by more discerning shoppers.

The cut of her cranial cloth
was no longer fashionable.

It lacked bold clean lines,
but its shirred diaphanous folds
draped her thoughts enticingly
and its swathes of nebulae
sheltered her.

She dreamed in the language of sand and sea
The call of sandpipers and the flight of pelicans
became the alphabet that feathered her tongue
singing out to the break of sky
as she walked along
salt flecked shores

Breathing deep the green
Feeling soft the brown
She became suffused
by the calm certainty
of fathomless blue
obscurity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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