Words used: drown point depth aspect dart frenzy floating clutter ageing
detangle
Dreams
She stood on a corner drowning in dreams
At a
point in the tangle of clutter she knew
As life, from a depth of despair,
cold and shadow
A door into darkness she'd had to walk through.
She
wished she could live like the girls in the movies.
Each aspect of life
seemed so perfect for those
Who lived with the yards and the new painted
houses
And viewed her like dirt down the length of each nose.
She
thought how she'd dart in a frenzy to flee them
Into the clutter of tenement
rooms.
Aging, like drugs, was a state to confuse her
She was part of the
street, with its discarded blooms.
But out in the sunlight a garden was
growing,
With fish floating by in a hand crafted pool
And dreams turned to
hope for a break in her future
Where people were kinder and life not so
cruel.
c 2011 Pam H. Murray
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