She shook the hands of her mighty mind
at the world
she splayed and splashed the colors of her
loving on every space
and place
sang and shouted her dreams till
her voice turned hoarse
a kind angel heard her
and sent her a horse….
she is mounting it now
preparing to ride into the mountains
in search of sympathetic sunrises,
still singing, still hoping
The poem above is written in response to Boomie Bol in https://boomiebol.wordpress.com/2020/03/19/what-happened/
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