She cannot be missed
She is everywhere inside us
Laughing at all the rules
Stardust dew piled onto the tall grass of morn
Red ambition wrapped around the petal of a rose
Blood ink indigo print their Revolutions
Grief joy and heartache
Page after page
City and Cities of rage
Pinned to the wanderlust of feminine
Feminine sage
Her anthem belongs to the Unicorns
Born wild and aching
Dreams uncollapsed and shaking
Dreams uncollapsed and shaking
She is, She is, She is
What a poem is without trying
She lived her whole life outside the lines
Totems writ to wet kissed shrines
She is tie-dye and apple pie
In a lovers recurring dream
She is causing a scene
Salsa, double dutch
Run wild upstream
The sounds of bright soprano birds
Making love in a tree
She is the lyric of brown fairy tales
Yellows and purples greens and blues
Hers is the tongue that touches you
Everywhere
Her anthem belongs to the Unicorns
Born wild and aching
Dreams uncollapsed and shaking
Dreams uncollapsed and shaking
She is
She is She is She is
She Is
She is She is She is
She is
What a poem is
Without trying
Without trying
Without tryng