Blue Glass Thoughts

In her velvet pocket, moth holes and blue glass chips picked in hysteria, off the side of a historic building down town She fingers them in secret, as she walks barefoot in the patch of urban grass known as a park Dandelions and sugar sparks for thoughts. She wears this smoking jacket and no shoes when she needs to do her hardest thinking- Major life decisions for the human dynamo. Should I move down town to a smaller flat? Will I marry the guy I saw on the subway yesterday- the one with a first edition "Out of Africa" in his hands? If I married him, would we move to Africa? Would I wear turquoise that simply dulled my skin when compared to the native's richness in onyx? With these thoughts in her whirl wind mind she paces. A caged lioness with sky scraped walls under a rectangle patch of sun that manages to squeeze through the buildings. Her smoking jacket is from her late uncle. Her character, from her trek through two divorces and a particularly bad batch of steamed clams And her feet - they are from her mother and have carried her in the right direction every time She picks two dandelions and puts them in a velvet button hole to tickle her chin. She comes to numerous conclusions in a wink, and decides to skip the subway and barefoot it home - leaving a trail of blue glass thoughts along the way...