unchained spirit

simple beauty

a flower

(as it was meant to be)

molly
the waitress
at Town diner

wants to be a model
or a nun,
tells me she's a poet

we're sitting on
a couch in her apartment.
molly takes a poem from
a foot high stack
on the end table,
hands me a poem,
"FIRST BRA," by Molly C.
it's about buying
her first bra at 12.
"i was big.
i needed a bra at 11,"
she smiles.

now
she doesn't wear bras.

she tells me
rod mckuen
is the most read
poet
in America.

"what about walt,
plath,
hughes?" i asked.

"no
no,"
she says,
"mckuen is the MOST
popular poet
in American history,
no,
really
the greatest American poet."

molly loves rod mckuen.

i love molly.

"if the public loves
rod mckuen,"
i tell her,
you've got a shot.
you could be the  female version
of rod mckuen."

molly smiles
takes me by the hand
and leads
me up the stairs
to the loft.

she takes the ribbon
from her hair.

i lay her down
on the bed

and bang the hell
out of
the next
most read
American poet

If you don't care for and about yourself what good are you to your family and loved ones
Hard lesson learned when you are a giving and loving person that puts themselves last most of the time
Looked deeper inside and made a little time for me though it isn't easy for me

C@Rainbowchaser2023

She was a Young Maiden

As Blonde as summer white

Riding in the darkened wind

Stealing it's music in the night

To the sound of waves

And sea foam blown on salty air

Old men, comforting forlorn wives

In the glowing cast of Morn'

Still heard the music chime

As she rode away

They sipped their coffee

In screen porch outrage

And swore to get revenge

I listen for your voice
on lonely, humid nights
chilling,
like tropical ice
the way you once
held me so tight
then, just let me
slip away.....

I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free