She wished for wings
but a '62 Corvette would do.
Too hard for life
in a small country town;
her momma committed suicide
the very day she left.
Now here she is,
a big girl in 21A,
and everyday she chews the fat
with cynics, philosophers,
and Zen fanatics
who take their coffee seriously.
Her best friend says,
"Don't make my same mistake.
Lovers and emotions are fickle."
But she doesn't know
which way the door swings
so she always keeps it shut.
She's always been able to cope;
stress management was a talent.
Even so, one more straw would be the end
and another traffic jam
could push her over the edge.
Even stone walls collapse. |
