A GIRL WENT FORTH

There was a girl went out each day

& all she saw became her -

streambeds flowed that were her hair

in uncombed curls ensnarling backboned rills;

down her waterfalls, down her hair rolls,

through & over the valley long,

long valley of her womb.

A city of particolored trailing malls

skirted her ranging thighs

but with the whirl of her turning look

nightfall spangled gypsy neon on to everything

Her sandals were the cheaply built

bland suburban tract houses -

the bells which draped upon her ankles

shaped a million alarms

to sleeping ears.

No sparrow fell but fell

in the same motion as her falling foot

swings swung with laughing children

the way her own arms swung loosely

the trannies of vintage cars hummed

engines vibrated, hoods gleamed like wet skin

so that old men mused on the sex

she suggested innocently

The songs of Poets sang of her

as she sang to herself

idly stopped on some hilltop

rearranging her warehouse-shaped knapsack

resting one hand on pleasing hip

as a signpost will rest at the road’s curve.

This Poem was written by IG Agent 18.

Author of The Mixtape Of Taliesin