A vagabond nomadic
gypsy bloodline
forms womanly shapes
in the purple shadows
of a brown box life.
Rootless
forever looking
connections unknown
lifetime on the road
wishing for haven
she is packing
again with the
brown boxes piled
a final push
safe rest bound.
The gypsy cure for
restless blood:
burn the boxes
shadow dance
while flames
lick the old
wounds clean.
Awake under gibbous
moon, with quiver full
she is
spreading the ash
planting hazel woods
in healing earth
watering in the light
of a springtime sun
old spells are broken
new spells are cast
hexes woven and hung
gypsy woman now
rooted in home.
HA! 2016
Have the day. Love always, HA! <3
