KSP 3

Her hair shines,
face smiles, legs walk to
new rooms. Freedom arrives in
time for festivals.
Spring feels good.

She works hard,
writes her future in
a foreign tongue, delicious
words become the fruit
of passion.

She changes,
confidently strides
to life’s welcoming siren:
an innocent song
sung to her.

The singer,
under sycamore,
is older, brash, excited
by this firm woman.
Love flutters.