Poem For Kathleen

(written on August 13^th 2001)

 Aching little bird girl,
 Bird woman,
 Ready to fly
 Off into the streaming sunsets
 And leave all this mediocrity
 Behind.
 Sweet lips and hiding eyes,
 Hair like a halo of sun.
 Easily broken,
 But not so easily put back together again.
 She hides softly, like a feather,
 All the weakness she feels,
 And dribbles at night
 To far away ghosts,
 The memories of their smiles.

~from Becky~