SCHEMES

SCHEMES

2010

I allowed myself to dream

Of riding my bike in North Beach.

Drinking Africanos in Cafe Trieste.

I was transported back to my schemes

Of being the cool intellectual chick who made your bling

And realized my hands had lost the callous of writing.

Gained the rough edge of hard work.

A new unthinking, just living, cooking, singing.

My fast and loose jive trying to control the nightmares

Of a ticking ‘bout to blow!

Timed bomb

Of forgotten dreams,

Recurrent nightmares

And an archaeology dig.

What could be me?

What could be us?