Her Mystical Ideas Were Foreign
young of course
but strong
homeless sometimes
resilient always
she came to us on a Tuesday
walked up the hill carrying an old suitcase
full of her plays and poems
her ideas were magical.
they came at all kinds of times
while she was sleeping, vacuuming,
taking care of the children.
She was the most prolific writer
we had ever never known.
You could not get close to her
for her mystical ideas were foreign
and did not it into other’s schemata
but that did not prevent us from
being captivated or from loving her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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