conversation in my head

"what do you wanna be when you grow up?"


"I'd be a poet. Sitting under my willow trees all year around. A Spring wonderlust in my head, a sparkle in my eye. Scribbling lines of bad poetry on an index card for some editor to publish in my next anthology."
" That is a dreamers world"
" but where would the world be without dreamers?"
" or poets?"

~ Mindy to Mindy

Taking life
- a little too seriously
down the highway, the bi-way, the interstate
from state to state
of mind
over passes and under passes
by the man
who sales his
apples and molasses
over the top
to the top
of the mountain facets
well past the rifts
to the cliff
of solitude and salvation
starvation for analyzation
to quiet
-to calm
the brain
-the body
--the mind
so long memory
til' next time.

~ Mindy