Runaway Woman

Runaway woman

rasping and raging

inside with all your

rail lines wrought

Every train of thought

Trying not to be caught

Amidst street level crossings.

Humdrum heavy inside

she’s hiding out open

Like strawberry seeds

of pre-ripe and white

Freshly picked premature

Punnet packed and posted

across iron tracks

to make your pie sour.

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