Free Write on a Nomad
Darkness, darkness destruction
She has the life that every nomad wanted.
Tossing, turning thwarting up the hills of Duluth,
Cascading, blending, unraveling
down the steep inclines
watching her seasoned enamored short footsteps
with the patterns steps of the cobblestone.
Her heaviness tells the story of one too many dough-nut holes,
sharp cheddar jack cheese and lofty butter
The soup kitchen awaits at the top of the last hill
One last shroud of hope
That gives purpose to her day.
Eating has manifested itself
to her sweaty blouse
saggy breasts that at one time time stole the heavenly lives
of bedazzled young lads.
