On a high horse the brilliance of the moon
the only place with an uncluttered view
a big wind litters the landscape with obsolete
things that need to break free
She forages long nights through downed rubble
plans for future development remain virtual
juxtaposed against knowing but you will know
you have been here before
Misplaced longing a catch-all for vagrants
Finding one’s self could be effortless
no roof no house no street
fold into yourself this odd freedom
leave what has already been discarded
Selective reconstruction proves
memory a one act play
Jean Cassidy 2012
