Freedom

Rides all over town

on her wheels, wheeling around—

nomad backpacker.

Out in the open

windows

Fancy French windows—

an illusion of freedom

for corporate slaves.

Unwanted for life

as dog in a cat’s party—

the pesky meddler.

Like the middle child,

though she’s ever neglected,

blossoms the poet.

candle

She looked on, helpless,

while the candle light tapered

as did their friendship.