Here is the path children choose
to smoke and kiss and
speak out loud forbidden dreams
of reds and blues
Where wild naturisms twine
with willow, horse tail and vine
Hidden and free
from grown up cares
lost for a time
like mariners
upon a rolling sea
of grass and soil and revelry
Long ago this was me
a bewildered girl dressed in black
looking for safe passage
back among tangled
reeds of broken hopes
of shameful deeds
rough hands upon my thigh.
Whispers in the darkness
groping for a prayer
weeds tangled in my sweater
crushed flowers in my hair.
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