No shadow of her you'll see
at the park;
running a circus until dark.
She's somewhere in the wilderness yet to be explored.
Dancing in a facade, freewheeling along the untold.
She's hard...difficult to decipher
but a beautiful kind of rare.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
