She left her life yesterday, to find
romance in the world;
No longer a sheltered collection of
delicate glass antiques, but ornate
and full of luster;
Lacking no technique and ready to
criss and careen her way aimlessly
but sometimes careful;
Life made an investment with her
reprisals, and left no dividend to
pay for the consequences;
It was now or never, to find a lover,
and he doesn't have to be nice-
He can pretend to be a banker,
or a salesman, or even the most
colorful rainbow-she will believe;
Like a novel coming to life, every
page like a mirrored day, she
plays in denial, but doesn't deny
him anything-she owns the world
around them, dancing in circles,
no one leading the parade, and
no volunteers;
Yesterday she left her life, unafraid
now among the living, and she
married the rainbow, the most
colorful rainbow ever.
