GYPSY HEART

In someone else’s shoes
trading counted change
for smiles and laughs

All that is mine
isn’t really mine
every little dime
my greedy crime

This hat I found
abandoned like me
it fits me well
as does my apathy

Leave me to my pity
I have none for anyone else
I have a gift for you
it’s my absence

I pray it’s not felt
this path I tread
from house to house
no home no heart

Nomadic is my art
my friends my tribe
love is my currency
the latchkey scribe

The wind always at my back
the earth below me
the water I travel by

Fire… to remove and renew

And start again