Her Or She
a native american
mother mixed with
african knowing old
ways embracing new
knew she was something
when in childhood she told
me about the running of the
bull after school the simplest
path was straight from a to b
but the fence means it's
containing something
so maybe best to
walk around but she would
never listen to this even if
she heard they were only
words and pecan pie was
on the other side so why
waste time going all the
way round when it was
simple to see the end
of a straight line so over
the fence and run but
this wasn't Pamplona
but South Carolina
so there were no bulls
but one and an angry
one that saw red all
of the time but she
believed in her feet
and left the past
behind but always
brought enough to
keep in mind what
was learned from
the last time so
she could define
the that this time
live and learn
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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