Stars
Falling on Lita
Some say that she's a
little touched as much and such. What
they don't know is that she is aware and doesn't care. She loves breathing in the fresh mountain air
as she rocks back and forth in her favorite rocking chair. She's not broken hearted over being mentally
retarded to have been disdainfully discarded.
She's free to see into infinity.
She is what she thinks of as she floats with the clouds. Sometimes she just sits to shout out
loud! Sometimes she's proud.
Some say that she's a
little touched as much and such.
Ethereal is her way as ticks by the seconds of each day. Sometimes she folds her hands as if to pray. She loves to watch the children play. The porch is her dock. The world is her bay. She travels the gravel on a boat of dreams
that splashes down sparkling streams.
Imagination is her destination.
Every breath she takes is one of exhilaration. For her life is a celebration. This is why she does not cry. This is why she does not die.
Some say that she's a
little touched as much and such. Often
her hair's a mess and soiled is her dress but she does not protest. She's not hooked on looks because she knows
of the glow of the rainbow that resides inside.
Depression is an enemy that's been successfully denied. Outside she can be found when the rain comes
down. It rinses away the wrinkles in
every frown. In her chair she sits right
there and walks down a smile that stretches for miles. Around every bend she finds a playful
grin. Around every path she finds a
laugh that wiggles as it sniggles.
Some say that she's a
little touched as much and such. Often
she is gleaned to be seen to be soaking wet with sweat. It's because of the great outdoors that she
adores. It profusely pours out of her
pores. It's what she heaves to breathe
as she drifts away on a sunlit breeze.
Her spirit is at ease. Sometimes
the dandelions make her sneeze only for her to wipe her nose with the petal of
a rose. Even though sitting she seems to
stand to strike a pose.
Some say that she's a
little touched as much and such. What
they don't know is that she loves the snow.
Though silent in thought she's poised for noise. Her pantomime is divine as she moves with
peace of mind. She's an empowered flower
that cherishes warm summer showers. The
seconds morph into hours that blend into days as she soaks in the sun's
soothing rays. It's what she does as she
heaves to breathe in the fresh mountain air.
You can see her right over there as she rocks back and forth in her
favorite rocking chair. In a blur the
stars are falling on her.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When there's more that's there in a blank
stare.
September 13th,
2013
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