2011-05-23T23:08:10-07:00May 23rd, 2011|Musings on life|

Scavenger hunt

She runs
from one party
to the next
like a scavenger hunt
collecting scraps
of conversation.
I try to talk to her
but she is too fast for me
like soda pop
she evaporates
before my thirst
is quenched.
I used to wonder
why I couldn’t hold
her attention
but no one can.
She is afraid
if she is still
the words that spin
in her head will drop
into questions
heavy and loud
an old sadness
demanding it no longer
be denied
its right
to moan.

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