"Hello Aquarius",
said Miss Good Girl
with a smile.
I couldn't help but notice
you've been running
in the wrong direction
mile after mile
but don't fret, fear,
or swallow your tongue
for I kneel before you
with more than just my gun.
I have in my possession
a solution
a peanut butter
teacup silent mutter
and through broken windows
I see the truth.
Push the reason into the closet
and lock it tight
for I fear I've grown
far too light.
I might leave you here
with my mess.
I miss my barefoot days,
lost among the winds of change
and as I stand here
bare feet,
hair blowing,
eyes open wide.
I realize you just drove away
and another good girl is left
with nothing to say.
-Written July 2000
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