SCATTER

In the car, sitting at the light - red
Out the window, side of the road
Solid wall of ever-greenery
Sweeping with the breeze
As though lurking behind
Fairies push and pull the tender branches

Green - go, leave the fairy world behind
Don't think, feel
The secret of what you are
Who you've been
Addressed to the impersonal you
Meant for the personal I

Mourn the one I might have been
Accept the one I am - not yet ...

Copyright 2006 E. Bond Francisco