I met her at the Corner Pocket. She was bar tending. Her nose was pierced, so was her tongue, and her heart. She spoke of a Utopian city: A town of tree houses. She was in her third year of architectural school at Iowa State. Some dreams are best left unsaid.
Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgXtR-Z6G9s