THAT lady...

She walks around looking down
In streets of lost towns
Searching elastic
No one else has yet found

Bands placed on pathways,
or by bushes at night
Placed by derelect barns
Bands of sretchy round balms 

Little treats from the light
realms
That mean so much to she
Connections and comfort,
From the worlds she can't
see
 
She has become that lady,
So...
Easily pleased
By little cicles that stretch
Has easily perceived, that...

When the real is lost
We must believe in unreal,
that,
Sometimes in feathers, coins
Bands,
We can feel...
Our loved ones

M P 10/9/21