M was never any
Older than required.
Often mistaken for a much younger woman, she
Needlessly wondered the night.
Buoyant she strolls down avenues unknown
Occasionally stopping to admire the silence.
Ushering past darkened doorways with a glance, it’s
Non-consequential what’s behind them.
Decency requires she be
Carefully attired on her walks, past the
Hill. No one would molest her.
Incandescent, many endeavor to possess her.
Lit from within, she is no friend
Dispossessed of the need to be bound.