Wild garden of a girl, living alone,
running through the tall grasses,
unschooled flowers of my heart.
Tame children love you, your tall tales,
freedom of mind. Strength overflows
your thin arms, bony legs. You’re agile
as your pet monkey, spontaneous
as a fleeting thought. You’ve no worries,
no needs; no one can hurt you.
Pompous adults fall by your wayside
as you prevail against power plays, dispatch
your enemies in all kinds of funny ways,
then move on, no time for grudges.
Clown shoes, freckle face, fiery braids,
good times parade in your wake, sweet
as wild strawberry-strung oatstraw.
You give away your uncounted wealth.
May your stash of gold coins never run dry.