in her long gray
drab berka. Some
times it was hot.
It was as if she
wanted to bring
color, not the
source of the storm.
Wanted to walk
into life like it
was her house. She
wanted to wear
pink because
it was her favorite
color. There are
songs she wants
to sing. She wants
to feel as if each
day could unravel
new mysteries.
She wants the school
to receive her in
quiet calmness the
way the lake
opens to receive
a flock of swans