in the world away in my mind
i am careless, even delectably indolent
i walk down the summer street with my head high and free
hair dancing in the breeze of my going
my long steps
one foot opposite pendulum other foot
strolling in musical ritardando.
i tide and sway in rebellion
all of the troublesome things are just
advertisements i am ignoring
small whispers like gnats i can simply
with the back of my hand
and continue on my way.