VAGABOND

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--dVerse Poets Pub

the only thing he can say for sure
the only thing the irrefutable evidence points to
is that she loves wandering
more than any person, place, or thing

and anyone who wishes to curry favor with her
must first scroll to read the terms and conditions 
and click on I accept before proceeding

it just goes with the territory
or province
where she may materialize
at any particular time

in between

she's a caged cat
pacing back and forth
back and forth
waiting

still
he's happy he gets to rock
her Gypsy soul on occasion
making sweet hot music together
(one ear invariably cocked
for the sound of distant drums)

long past remembering
what she's running to
or running from

soon she'll be coiled tightly again
ready to spring for glimmering stars
though they're only in her eyes

so near
yet so far away