Tuesday, January 13, 2015


She broke the silence with seven words from Cannery Row
The opening paragraphs, the paragraph about Monterey being a quality of light
They looked at her seven ways from Sunday and fidgeted
And she was the weird one, the forced puzzle piece
And she was the girl that hung out on the fringe
She knew those words and she knew that quality of light
She was seven days from becoming full and gorgeous
They didn't know, she didn't know
The universe hangs it's hat on the beauty that is an open mind