Born to Leave
I listen to Lightfoot
to recall that summer
how I pushed and resented
and fought all
even me
for the power
to leave that womb of a town,
or
sucking ever,
it would tear at my hem
and winning
would have me
forever.
Reno beamed and glistened.
Warm neon buzzed dares
that I leave her.
But there was a place
Northwest in shade
under clouds
amongst great trees
all in the perfect gray rain.
I ran there to my fantasy
drove there to the land
melted easily
peacefully
with my destiny.
(c) MLM (Lydia) 1976 Revised 01-08-09
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