Maverick Woman An American Sonnet

If I danced in the middle of the road would you grab me or say ‘Go faster’? Take a chance on a hitchhike across town or go back afraid of what you may find? Bohemian hearts wrapped in map pages hold each destination’s stamp so tight; I’m chasing the tide I welcome that ride, life’s a joy as a Maverick woman; When there is a risk I can’t hit the brakes I gravitate to and chase adventure; Bated with a look at a mile high wave, man let’s go who cares about tomorrow? Free spirited flights of fancy for life, riding rogues as a Maverick woman.