Saturday, February 18, 2012

She

She does not know
what she wishes to say. 
Like a donkey, she follows
while you lead the way. 
She has no map --
it is not hers to bear. 
Another part guards it,
unwilling to share. 
Now and then an intelligent
fragment drifts in,
dropping clues as to news
from without and within.

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