Run Away, Innocent
Posted by Alysia Harris | Filed under Poetry, Print
a woman left her husband-
in transit like a lost suitcase
full of wear, man handled and unclaimed.
the afternoon was peopled with underaged clouds
who grew up to be fire engines, dragons and, The Scream.
a freighter on the horizon inched its way obsolete,
a kite fleeing tail between legs.
everything was leaving everything else and was doing
it with a vengence.
she did it while he wasnt looking.
thrust hands into shallow pockets, found familiar
while her toes deserted.
and she was going.
had no place in mind but one of her own.
thinking,
she was a glass bottle love letter meant for anyone,
a kite divorced with no children,
an ascetic freighter growing wise in steam.
a woman left her husband and everything she owned…
only for a couple minutes
walked against the shore
while he ate a hot dog.
harmless as a beach scene. innocent as sand castles.
she prays that next time,
between catch up and relish
she will have the foresight to drown.
