by Liana Mahoney
poppy-red hair,
glowing with defiance
brighter than the sun
unfettered curls, wisps
dancing alone
refusing to be smoothed into ballet braids
tasting the rain, leaning into it as it
drenches her in a wet lullaby
and drums music onto her song-soaked lips
racing the horizon,
heels digging
eyes stinging
the beat of weightless braids on her shoulders,
dressed in dandelion and daisy heads -
weeds of her choosing -
unbridled
riding bareback
against the wind
to meet her love
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